Imst, Austria
"Are we really going to dinner this way?" Adam questioned.
"We got 'em, let's use them," Scott said with authority.
And with that, a night on the town began.
Imst, Austria is a quant ski town that thrives in the winter. Come the month of May, it's a ghost town. The stores are locked up, the diners are closed and many of the residents go on vacation... er, "holiday."
So on this holiday, we donned our Lederhosen once again to eat dinner. The restaurant in our hotel is one of the few open and one of the fanciest in the city.
White table cloths with embroidered deer that match the deer candle holders greeted us in a tiny cellar.
Upon entering, we turned heads. But at this point, we're use to it:
In the car.
In the parks.
In the hotels.
We're two Americans who don't speak the native language and dress in clothes that have some color (most Europeans love their gray tones).
On the menu, we went native Austrian: Wiener Schnitzel. The breaded pork filets were accompanied by cranberry sauce.
When the chef hears there were two Americans sitting in his dining room, he visits our table explaining it's America who gave Austria the cranberry.
A quick history lesson:
After WWII, American servicemen occupying Austria began to spread the Cranberries all over their Wieners. The sauce came packed in rations from the U.S. government. After one taste of the wieners covered in the red berries, native Austrians never looked back, but continued spreading the love.
The meal was a celebration of Adam being named "Employee of the Year" from our newsroom.
After dinner, a stroll downtown Imst. We were the only people in Lederhosen. In fact, we were the only people out (until other folks showed up, along with a few piles of vomit. Not ours though).
The tulips and bushes are in bloom right now in Imst. All around town, await pockets of color to usher in Spring.
We ventured into the church walls next to us only to find several hundred candles lit on a Saturday night. After lighting candles ourselves as a reflection of a stellar vacation and for safe travels, it was off to bed with visions of coaster-ing in the mountains in our heads.
NEXT: Nude Hiking
After WWII, American servicemen occupying Austria began to spread the Cranberries all over their Wieners. The sauce came packed in rations from the U.S. government. After one taste of the wieners covered in the red berries, native Austrians never looked back, but continued spreading the love.
The meal was a celebration of Adam being named "Employee of the Year" from our newsroom.
After dinner, a stroll downtown Imst. We were the only people in Lederhosen. In fact, we were the only people out (until other folks showed up, along with a few piles of vomit. Not ours though).
The tulips and bushes are in bloom right now in Imst. All around town, await pockets of color to usher in Spring.
We ventured into the church walls next to us only to find several hundred candles lit on a Saturday night. After lighting candles ourselves as a reflection of a stellar vacation and for safe travels, it was off to bed with visions of coaster-ing in the mountains in our heads.
NEXT: Nude Hiking
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