Austria

Randi recommended an Austrian place in my neighborhood. She warned that the schnitzel was big so don’t worry about ordering anything else. I walked there after work and found a nice little pocket of restaurants. The place, appropriately named Austria, was dark with a warm cabin feel… benches, candles, and antlers on the wall. The host spoke to me immediately in English and seated me with an English menu at a very exclusive table.

All I ordered was pork schnitzel (is chicken just an American thing?) and beer. When it came out… holy moly! I mean, I know it’s pounded thin but this was giant:

Underneath the two huge pieces were hiding some potatoes and it came with a lovely Gurkensalat on the side. I wasn’t scared. Well, I should have been because that slab of breaded meat got the best of me. I only finished half! How embarrassing. Just as bad as when I was blindsided by a peanut butter and jelly at the GOTY eating contest.

Although my failure was disappointing, the food was fantastic and I can’t wait for the next discovery!

PS I ate the other half for breakfast this morning…