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
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.