It is a tradition that every spring, around mid-April, the square and the park in front of Vienna’s city hall...
It’s hard to say what Midi is or is trying to be. It calls itself a French bistro, has a...
Searching for a Martinigansl restaurant on a Saturday evening is a rather hopeless venture. Most of the known places are...
Augustinerkeller must be a place that quite a few people write home from every day. No, they don’t really write...
Five minutes after taking my order, a friendly but a bit overstressed waitress of Jamie’s brought me an empty plate,...
It took me a month and three attempts to review this Brettljause. The first time, when I visited Restaurant Bukowina...
Of all the touristic “city Heurige” in Vienna’s first district, Gigerl is probably the most touristic. For years, while walking...
Spain has Jamón. Austria would like to have its own Jamón, but cannot. Because Spain had it first, obviously. So,...
Being quite nasty (occasionally), I was actually looking forward to having a bad goose at Gustl Bauer. After three goose...
These days the square and the park in front of Vienna’s City Hall are so rarely free of public events...
After an unexpected success with a Romanian Brettljause, it was only logical for me to continue expanding internationally with a...
This was supposed to be the day when I wrapped up my goose adventures for the season and finally crowned...