If Brettljausen had relationships, this one would have been the yesterday’s elder brother. More mature, more sophisticated, but at the...
To keep the long story long, it took me more than three years to get hold of this Brettljause. Back...
Just a few kilometers from Puchberg, from where a famous rack railway takes one to the top of Schneeberg, lies...
I wonder if according to the religion of flies, those who die by drowning in a glass of wine go...
I really don’t understand South Tyroleans. On the one hand, they have plenty of good sausages and quite a few...
My short holidays this year started with a snow, continued with a fog, so it was only logical for them...
Those who visit this site and read my reviews regularly (which is, like, nobody) know that I always start eating...
Can it be that I have been unjustifiably ignoring an entire region with good Heurigers and Brettljausen? It seems so,...
Once upon a time, there was a happy little piglet. He ran, and he jumped, and he oinked merrily, and...
Bad news first: this Brettljause looks much better on paper than in real life. The menu talks about Graukäse (grey...
South Tyrol is entering hibernation, before waking up again in December for skiing holidays. Cable cars shut down operations one...
It’s the first day of autumn, they say. The first day of winter, more like. It had been raining from...