Posts Tagged ‘restaurants’

Gasthof Staudachstub’n in Kirchberg

April 5 2012

(for English, see below)

Vor einigen Wochen bin ich in den Skiurlaub nach Kirchberg mit zwei Freunden gefahren. An zwei Abenden haben wir im Gasthof Staudachstub’n gegessen. Der Gasthof war super! Das Essen aus regionalen Produkten und kulinarische Spitzenklasse. Ein Brixentaler KochArt Buche schreibt über diesem Gasthof: «Machen Sie eine kulinarische Entdeckung – die Spezialitäten von Martin Flecksberger sind wahre Gaumenfreunden. Wir empfehlen unsere hauseigenen Produkte (Jungrind, Kalb), gewürzt mit Wildkräutern der Region, die nicht nur gesund und schmackhaft sind, sondern auch wichtige Vitamine und Mineralstoffe enthalten. Ab jetzt auch selbstgemachte Würste in verschiedenen Variationen kreiert und natürlich mit wertvollen Kräutern gewürzt.»

Jetzt zu unserem Essen:
Wir haben verschiedene Speisen bestellt. An beiden Abenden haben wir Suppe gegessen. Natürlich hatte David Frittatensuppe.  Das ist Davids Lieblingssuppe. Die Gulaschsuppe war meine Lieblingssuppe.  Als Hauptspeise haben wir am ersten Abend Jungrind, Hirsch, und Schweinsmedallions gegessen.  Am zweiten Nacht hatten wir Hochzeitschnitzel, Spätzle mit Speck, Fleischpalatschinken, und Gröstle (ohne Spiegelei).  Spätzle mit Speck ist nicht auf der Speisekarte, aber der Chef war so nett und er hat es gekocht!  Wir wollten Nachtisch bestellen aber wir hatten keinen Hunger mehr.  Das Essen war größer als unserer Bäuche!  Beide Abende gab es Schnaps auf’s Haus.  Ja, das Essen war lecker.  Außerdem war das Service hervorragend.

Beide Abende haben wir erst eine Stunde vorher reserviert, aber es gab keine Problem.  Der Gasthof hat am spätesten geöffnet als andere Restaurants. Als unser Taxi nicht gekommen ist, hat die Kellnerin ein anderes bestellt.

Der David hast sein Spätzle mit Speck!

A few weeks ago, I went skiing in Kirchberg with two friends. On two evenings, we ate in at Gasthof Staudachstub’n.  This restaurant was great!  The food there was local and a true culinary art.  The Brixentaler KochArt Book said the following about this restaurant: «Give yourself a culinary treat – the food from Martin Flecksberger is a true taste pleaser. We recommend the meat (from our farms), seasoned with local wild herbs, which are not only tasty, but also contain healthy vitamins and minerals. enthalten. They also have home-made sausage of different varieties, of course, seasoned with herbs..»

Now, for our food:
We ordered a variety of food. On both evenings, we started with soup. Naturally, David had the Frittatensuppe (pancake strip soup); this is his favorite soup. The Goulash soup was my favorite. On the first evening, our main courses were beef, deer and pork medallions. On the second night we had “wedding” schnitzel, Spätzle mit Speck (see photo), meat-crêpes, and Gröstle (a Tirolean potato dish with speck, mine was without the fried egg). Spätzle mit Speck was not on the menu, but the owner was so kind as to make it for us anyway. We would have ordered dessert, but we were no longer hungry when we finished our meals. The food was bigger than our bellies! At the end of the meal both nights, we were given schnaps from the house.  Overall, the food was delicious, and the service was excellent.

Both evenings, we only reserved one hour in advance, but this was not a problem.  The restaurant was open later than the other restaurants.  On the second night, when our taxi did not come, the waitress ordered another one to bring us there.

(By the way, thanks to Michael to for editing my post for me, despite the fact that he did not let me say “der David” in my review.  However, I did use “der David” in the photo caption.)


Nabucco: A Restaurant to Avoid in Kirchberg

February 27 2012

For my birthday weekend, Dave and Frank met me in Kirchberg in Tirol.  Today’s post is inspired by dinner last night, at an Italian restaurant called Nabucco in Kirchberg.  This restaurant cares only about making money during their ski season, and not at all about their customers.  This post is about my experience attempting to dine at Nabucco.

After ordering our  drinks, I asked the waiter to bring us tap water (in German, politely), to which I was told “we can’t do that” (in English).  My immediate response was a strange look to the man, as I said “I think you can”.  Then he tries to tell me that water is not on the menu, so he cannot serve it to  me.  A rather intricate discussion ensues, which was ended with me giving in because Dave looked tired and I was hungry.  Then, a younger server came over (I think the other man was the owner) asking if we needed anything, again, I told him that I just wanted water.  He also told me that water was not on the menu.

In general, I would have left with the refusal to serve me tap water, however, it was getting late, and I was hungry.  So, I settled for drinking my Martini Bianco.   Then, comes the dinner.  I ordered a Margarita Pizza.  It had no BASIL!  According to Frank (and me too), the basil is one of the 3 important (and only) ingredients of this pizza.  The red tomato sauce was also not that good.  Regardless, I paid for my meal at the end.

When I paid, I made it a point to tell the young waiter that I did not tip him because I found it to be ridiculous that they would not serve us tap water.  He said that he understood, but the old Italian man heard us talking and decided to step in.  This is where it got interesting.

The Italian man began his “conversation” with me by snapping that they don’t need my tip.  He was yelling at me at the front of the restaurant, trying to convince me that he can’t serve tap water because his prices are so good and that everything is included in the prices.  It was a little awkward when another patron tried to leave the restaurant.  I tried to tell him that offering water would not put him out of business, but he would not understand.  He said that if he let me have water, then he would have to let everyone have water.

I told him that he lost money that night by not serving me water, as I would have liked to order more than just an Appertiv with dinner.  We were planning on buying a bottle of wine, but changed those plans after the water incident.  His response?  I don’t care, I don’t need you to buy a bottle of wine.

Then, I asked if he cared about his customers, to which he responded (loudly and in front of other customers too) “no, I don’t care about my customers.  I have only 3 months to make money a year.”  Later, we began to wonder, why would someone complain if they had 9 months of vacation a year?  If it was a money-issue, they clearly should find a new location for their restaurant …

Since he didn’t care about his customers, I asked if he cared about reviews.  He said that he did not care about reviews either, because he didn’t need them.  This seemed to be inconsistent with the fact that he needed business during three months of the year, but oh well …

Feeling a bit annoyed at his temperament with me, I asked him why he was so angry.  He then told me that I was rude.  He said that he didn’t bring me the water because of the HOW  I asked for it, I DEMANDED it he said.  Then, he said “people come from America and demand things.”  So, I quickly said, “I am living in Vienna.”  To which he responded, “I don’t care.   This is not Vienna.  We are an Italian restaurant.”  I don’t understand how I was rude.  I addressed him politely in the question, in German nonetheless.  So, I said, “you are wrong.  I asked you politely.  In fact, I asked you in German since we are in Austria and you responded in English.  You are the one who was rude to me.”  I believe this sent him on a 5 minute litany, half of which my jaw was dropped for and the other half of which I was laughing uncontrollably (in my defense, I did not know that I was laughing, Dave and Frank told me this later).

Meanwhile, the younger waiter was telling Dave and Frank about how he used to live in New York and about his vacation in Secaucus.

Given this horrendous experience, I would like to re-name this restaurant “No-Go Nabucco”.


November 12 2010

I am sitting at the CDG airport.  I have 3.5 minutes left of my internet.  But, I will begin to explain my weekend in Paris and complete this post when I get home.  First, I am able to say I spent a weekend in Paris and I think that is awesome!  I was here with Merri (Dave’s mom) & Lisa (Dave’s sister).  I spent a weekend in Paris, and did not go to the Eiffel tower or to the Champs d’Elysees.  Although, we did SEE the Eiffel tower … peaking over the tops of some buildings!  We did do one museum though, the Musee Marmottan Monet.  One of the things that I liked seeing there was his palette with paint on it.  I also thought it was amazing walking into the basement of the museum, where they had many of his large lily paintings.  The room was open, so it was really a spectacular sight when you first walked downstairs.

Let’s talk about our dinners.  I arrived on a Friday night.  When I arrived at the apartment, there was a large spread of olives and french bread and other delicious things, including some cooked mushrooms … and of course, djion mustard!  We ate until we were full, then had some dessert 🙂

On Saturday night, we went to Juveniles.  It is a wine shop that also serves tapas-style food.  The food I must say was delicious.   We had foi gras, duck, ratatuille, beef, and I forget what else … oh, and some wine too 🙂  The waitress was very nice, and she was from Scandinavia.  She joined us for a glass of wine at the end of the meal.

My Crepe

The man makes my pre-dinner snack

On Sunday night, we went to Mon Viel Ami.  During the meal, Lisa had a good view of the kitchen and was watching the efficiency with which they worked.  They do two seatings a night, and we ate during the first seating.  So, there was a lot of prep going on as we ate for the second seating.  Again, this meal was delicious.  Lisa had Wild Boar, I had scallops, and I forget what Merri had.  Since I had preceded dinner with two crepes (one sugar/cinnamon, and the other caramel), I was not able to think about eating dessert!!

Of course, a trip to Paris isn’t complete without shopping (who cares if we get to the Eiffel tower if we can’t go shopping)?  Lisa bought two dresses.  At one of the stores she was just 20 euros shy of getting the VAT back, so she tried on a sweater (nothing in this store was under 60 euros).  The sweater looks best on display.  I don’t think it was designed to be worn.  Anyway, she starts buttoning the sweater (and there were a lot of buttons too) and the lady at the store comes over to help her.  Lisa had mismatched the buttons.  Upon realizing this, the saleswoman says “Monday is matched with Tuesday.”  We all enjoyed that comment, and thought that it should be used more often.

We went to Garre du Nord as a pre-run for my trip to the airport.  We wanted to make sure I knew where I was going, and to buy my ticket.  Well, no ticket counter was open (we couldn’t even find the ticket counter at first).  So, we attempted to use the machines.  After trying almost every credit card we had among the three of us, we realized that it does not accept American credit cards.  So, we attempted cash … but no, they do not accept bills either.  We were trying to buy two tickets (one for me for Monday and one for Merri for Wednesday), and so the machine was asking us for about 16 euros in change!  What a ridiculous system.  Lisa bought herself a coffee, and we were able to put together enough change to buy one of the two tickets.

It was a wonderful weekend in Paris!!!  Food, shopping, and relaxing!  Thanks, Merri & Lisa!!