Grilled pig leg. A big hit. To your arteries.On the second day, it rained. But we feasted on Sacher Torte,
and later a giant 2 meter long wurst at Centimeter, along of course with a maß bier. 
(Even I was full, after biting THAT big one.) 
On the third day, it was beautiful, and we rode bikes, rented at these "Citybike" kiosks.
We had a nice break for a bottle of Grüner Veltliner. (Note the label. I just can't IMAGINE where the whole "Bruno" stereotype comes from. Not that that is BAD thing, anyway. Vienna is just a free-thinking sort of place....) 
1 comment:
Does the ridiculous label say "Martinshop". I feel a little embarrassed. And I am half-Austrian, too.
Post a Comment