There is a mildly offensive word in German, “Proleten,” which is a short version of “Proletarian.” According to Wikipedia, it’s...
This morning I could still enjoy a view of Grossglockner from my hotel’s balcony. This evening, I have been cycling...
I still remember Gasthaus Hansi as a small dark place on the Donaufelderstrasse, serving a rather poor Brettljause. Since then,...
For some reason, this year everyone and their dog are bitching about the skyrocketing prices of St. Martin’s geese in...
With the 22nd district of Vienna being notoriously poor in term of restaurants, Gasthaus Schina can be considered an institution...
For years, the name „Selbstverständlich Strandbeisl“ has been a synonym of „bad“ for me. From the worst coffee in the...
I said it before, I’ll say it again: Josef’s Genießerei is abnormal. The fact that such a place exists at...
I perfectly remember the time when Strandcafé was little more than a hut, consisting of two rooms. The slightly bigger...
I don’t think I’ve ever waited so long for a goose. At one point (and after more than two beers)...
There is only one thing more difficult than having a goose on two consecutive days: it’s to have two geese...
To make things clear, the Napoleon I’m talking about here has nothing to do with the restaurant that had existed...
Josef’s Genießerei is an anomaly. Located in Essling, on the outskirts of Vienna’s 22nd district, it could be expected to...