Of the three cities we've visited this fall, we had our best overall food experiences in Vienna, eating out more than in Prague or Berlin, visiting a number of famous eating/drinking establishments, and finding some impressive food stores and markets. Several of these were addressed in previous posts...the Naschmarkt, Schweizerhaus at the Prater, Fuhrgassl-Huber heuriger...so I'll dwell on some other places and experiences here.
We had wiener schnitzel several times, both pork and veal, but the best probably was at Fuhrgassl-Huber, near the Wienerwald |
Not processing this |
Where the wild things are |
There is no mustard shortage in Vienna, part one |
Part two |
Truffles and truffly-type things |
Two long shelves of capers |
Some of the oils...not pictured: the two shelves of caviar in the refrigerated section, the wonderful bakery, butchery, produce, beer (they had Duvel!) and wine sections...and on and on; very impressive |
At Julius Meinl, the older, more traditional gourmet supermarket... a 22 pound cake...€219 |
One of the tragedies of Viennese culture is that every night, after closing, Demel throws away its unsold Sacher Tortes... |
Always a line to get a table |
We had dinner one night at Fischer Brau's bier garden; Vienna's first brew pub, so to speak; the young brew-master let me in for a look and lengthy explanation...it's a small but popular operation |
I can't believe I stuck my camera and head into this hot, steamy mixture |
Beer in pellet form...looks like rabbit pellets to me |
Speaking of beer, the assembly line at Schweizerhaus, in the Prater |
Always a line to get into the Cafe Sacher...driest chocolate cake ever... |
Trzesniewski's, a sandwich shop across from Hawelka's... |
Trzesniewski's makes these little open-faced sandwiches...25 flavors...the beer mug is tiny, perhaps 100ml; the menu is the postcard thing to the left |
Back side of the menu: required allergy info |
English menu from a "traditional" Austrian resto; some interesting concoctions [click to enlarge] |
Our downfall, however, was the Syrian baklava bakery down the street from our apartment building... pistachio sandwich in layers of filo, drenched in honey... |