It was really good that first day
As my experiences of Europe come to an end the one thing I have not spoken enough of is the food.
We all have our favorites and I know if this were you, we would be reading the types of food you were drawn to and it’s probably safe to say all of the stories would be a little bit different.
Before I share my experience I want you to do me a favor. Cut and paste the word – SCHWEINESCHNITZEL.
You’ll notice how appealing it looks. Mouth watering, you might way. A dish that one could really sink their teeth into.
If only had it stopped in Vienna
I first came across this tantalizing dish in Vienna. It was lunch time. We were guided into a nice little place complete with buffet.
The place was shiny and bright. A nice little language barrier tossed in for fun causing the cook to point to a special dish on his right. I smiled and pointed yes. I quickly realized when one smiles and points language barriers are quickly forgotten.
The story could have ended here. It could have turned into a nice pleasing experience. Happy even. Sadly, that’s not where this story is going.
It wouldn’t go away
The following day the dish appeared again. But with this particular experience there was no buffet there was only one choice: Our main evening meal chosen by the tour.
On the bright side I got to choose a side dish.
The routine continued into consecutive days of eight or nine …or was it ten? Whatever it was it was non-stop Schweineschnitzel.
Sometimes we had the pork version, sometimes the chicken. Whatever it was the damn thing kept coming.
A Star is Born…..sort of
To say I was a bit tired of this once appetizing dish is pretty accurate. On the bright side my tired taste buds slowly spilled over to my touring companions.
It wasn’t long before sarcastic songs came into the mix.
Sweet Home, Schweineschnitzel
Hotel Schweineschnitzel
We are the Schweineschnitzels
And our personal favorite:
The Long and Winding Schweineschnitzel.
Our bus was jamming with so many classics we were literally taking it on the road.
Looking back I could have done without the nine or dozen servings in the nine or dozen cities, but if there is a silver lining I will say this –
If you are ever in Austria, Germany or Switzerland try this dish.
But do yourself a favor: Try it once.
What would happen if I went on tour and I didn’t eat pork? That would be a schweineschnitzel problem for me. It’s true.
On Wed, 04 Sep 2019 at 06:08, A Crack in the Pavement wrote:
> Bryan Fagan posted: ” It was really good that first day As my experiences > of Europe come to an end the one thing I have not spoken enough of is the > food. We all have our favorites and I know if this were you, we would be > reading the types of food you were drawn to a” >
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The pork and the chicken were good. I still prefer the chicken.
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I like a W***** whatever it’s called, but not every day!
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It was time for a change. 🙂
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Definitely!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Monty Python had a skit where everything they ordered had Spam in it.
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Yes, I think I remember that one. I suddenly have a craving for friend spam.
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Omg I LOVE schnitzel!! YUUUMMMM add some potato salad and some kraut and you’ve got yourself an amazing feast!
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Minus the kraut. On one of our journeys potato salad was on the side. That was a good one.
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You don’t like the sauerkraut? Mmmm yum!!!
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I love schnitzel! But I must say that I only had it twice while abroad (Belgium and Germany). Based on your experience, it sounds like twice was enough.
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Hey Rene! I swear it was a national pastime. 🙂
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So it was mainly pork? I thought in Vienna it was made with veal, but I could be wrong either way that’s like eating pizza everyday for an entire week, I too would tire of it. Either way I’m sure Fozzie and Stefan were all too happy eating Whateverschnitzel at every stop, lol.
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It was a balance between pork and chicken. I think it was more chicken. Yes, Stefan had his fill. So did Fozzie. 🙂
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LOL! That was a fabulous post, Bryan.
I love how your tour group had fun with the ongoing “culinary experience.”
I bet you will never forget the SCHWEINESCHNITZEL!
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You would have loved the songs we created. The bus driver probably thought we were nuts.
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These are great. Pork more so than chicken.
But 9 or 12 days in a row? You’re bound to grow tired of anything after such a time.
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Tell me about it. 🙂
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Haha, Bryan, you gave me a really good laugh about this. I felt like this about fish and chips after two weeks in the UK.
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I did the fish and chips experience once when we were in London. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing.
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In the Scottish pubs, it was fish and chips or pie and chips or a burger and chips. A bit limiting.
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Noo… and it looks as if you didn’t get many vegetables either!
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Not a lot. One night we had garlic flavored spinach. It took a couple of beers to wash it down.
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I thought for a minute, that was gnocchi with gravy.
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It is really good as long as you try it once.
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Not to me, if it is meat related.
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schnitzel! A common dish amongst my Oma’s house when I was a kid. She is from Germany so we had plenty of these kinds of dishes to eat whenever she cooked. Not always the most appetizing, especially as a youngster
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The breading was light. I think what we had was baked.
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Bryan – Traveling in Germany and Austria, I just loved schnitzel and spaetzle – (hmm – maybe I just liked how the words sounded together??)
My mom and I used to order a wurst plat with all the wonderful rustic bread for our dinner rather than having a heavy meal twice a day like the others were doing.
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I’m getting really hungry. Gee, thanks. 🙂
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