They say that Germans don’t know how to cook. That they are so concentrated on brewing beer and building cars,...
Most people know Attnang-Puchheim as the railway station where one changes from the train from Vienna to the train going...
I am well aware that the phrase “old good goose,” in contrast to “good old goose” sounds awkward and is...
It was a late hour on a Sunday, and the goose on my plate seemed as tired as the poor...
I have eaten quite a few spare ribs in my life, but I cannot recall any that by default would...
Usually it is considered a compliment to food to say that it “melts in your mouth.” I am sure this...
In the last few years the wonder of high-speed train connections has turned Salzburg into a sensible destination for a...
I don’t want to sound like a disgruntled customer, because I am not one of them. I did not mind,...
Yesterday I found a half-finished can of Pringles that was more two years old and more than one year past...
I wish one day I would be allowed to visit the Mariahilferbräu’s kitchen. It must be home to the world’s...
Sometimes I feel we are living in some kind of New Age of Brettljausen. Once exclusively the dish of mountain...
Prague can be called many things, but the culinary capital of the world it is not. Unless you are crazy...