Curmudgeon invites you to get out of town and shun Vienna now that it has lost its world-beating status for liveability, or has it? In any case, bring a Wegbier on this trip through the Sommerloch. Continue reading If the shot is not on target, move the goalposts…
Curmudgeon’s noble attempts to hold a Stammtisch gathering the night of the bars reopening mercifully falls foul of common sense. Continue reading Planning a night out to plan a night in
Take time to eat well and check up on those on their own. Maybe even have a Skype beer. Continue reading Dinner for One in the Cottageviertel
The last few weeks of 2018 have not been plain sailing. There have been reheated family feuds, ongoing worries about the welfare of my nephew on the high seas, the loss of a dear friend, and personal anxiety over B****t. The end of year quiz was a remarkably subdued affair as a result. Continue reading Curmudgeon emerges from the Funk(stille)
With a public holiday on 26th October to celebrate the anniversary of Austria’s independence-cum-neutrality in 1955 following the defeat of the Third Reich in the Second World War and subsequent occupation by the allied powers, we decided to take full advantage of the public holiday falling on a Friday to push the boat out at Curmudgeon Heights. Usually our parties are relatively staid affairs, with … Continue reading A swinging party in the Cottage
Blessed be the crock pot, in forging Anglo-Austrian fusion cuisine. Sunday’s lunch party with the snow lying still in places by the house was a triumph for the British casserole – cooked nice and slow with the crockpot turned on at a low setting as I went outside to grit by the house to avoid any guests taking a tumble later in the day, and … Continue reading Lunch – the Sequel – Curmudgeon Style
The Curmudgeon in the Cottage 