If you’ve followed some of the between-chapter banter, you may recall me mentioning that during a broadcast of a Penn State football game this past year I saw a segment on an Austrian restaurant in State College that I had not known existed. And since Judy and I had the wonderful opportunity to travel to Austria back in 2006 (a mini-TR is available
here, in the PTR for this TR, in chapters 10-18), I really wanted to try this restaurant as we traveled through the area on our return home after visiting family over Christmas.
You may also recall that we had all been recently sick before traveling home. As in the day before…and still not feeling so hot on this particular day. Our last true "meal" had been Sunday night and then we all got sick on Monday, except James who took a little longer, so we pretty much hadn’t eaten anything other than toast and some cereal since Sunday night. This was now Tuesday. But I really wanted to try this restaurant, didn’t know when we’d be coming through again, and I was beginning to feel hungry enough to eat as we drove.
About an hour before we hit State College I called my niece Sarah, who is now living in State College and working with a group called “Disciplemakers”. I know, I should have planned better, and given her more notice, but spontaneity can be good sometimes, right? Fortunately, she was free and could join us.
We picked her up at her apartment and then arrived at the restaurant at about 12:30 pm.
We walked up to the counter and Gundi (Herwig’s wife) said, “there’s the menu”, pointing to the blackboard. “You order and pay here, then sit down and your food will be brought to you. You’re at table 10.” Fortunately there was no one behind us since it took a while for us to figure out what we wanted to order.
Note to Capt. Oblivious: I’m not sure if you can see it, but there’s a movie reference in the middle of the board. Look at the cutout character.
Judy and Marlene’s stomachs still weren’t feeling very well, so they just wanted soup. I pointed out there was a “soup of the day”, and they ordered that. James wanted the bratwurst plate, and I ordered a pork wienerschnitzel.
Lauren said “I’m kind of lost. I’m overwhelmed from this menu!” I told her, “Just order a wienerschnitzel…you can’t go wrong.” So she ordered that, and Sarah ordered a chicken wienerschnitzel.
I paid while they went to get their fountain drinks. Out of the corner of my eye I could see some commotion going on, with Bernd, the son of the owner, delivering a Styrofoam take-out box on the end of a stick to a customer, but I couldn’t hear what he said. When I got over to the drinks, Judy said, “Did you hear what he said? ‘Here’s your box of shame!’”
I had ordered coffee and was told it was self-serve but I didn’t see where to get it. The owners son walked by and I said, “Excuse me, where’s the coffee?” He said, “It’s cleverly hidden in the urn sir.” I laughed because I knew we were in for it during this lunch. It was going to be “50’s Prime Time meets Biergarten”.
We went to our table, near the front window, and I took some pictures of the restaurant.
While we waited, we noticed small signs on the tables that listed several choices that you had if you couldn’t finish your meal. I didn’t think to take a picture of it, but some were “wash dishes with ‘scrubby bubbles’”, “be beaten with a large wooden stick, according to Austrian culinary law”, and “be charged more and served less on your next visit”.
After a few minutes our food arrived. Here’s James’ bratwurst plate. He loved it and ate almost all of it. I got to try his sauerkraut - it wasn't sour, but more of a savory taste. It reminded me of a sauce that Judy makes out of a cookbook by Lidia Bastianch, which uses savoy cabbage and mushrooms.
Lauren’s wienerschnitzel.
My wienerschnitzel, potato salad, and some garden lettuce.
Judy’s soup. I love how this photo captured the steam coming off of it.
We all loved our food. The soup hit the spot for Judy and Marlene. My wienerschnitzel was good and so were the other items on the plate. The potato salad was kind of tangy, different than I’m used to, but good, and dressing on the greens was good too.
Here’s Marlene enjoying her soup.
And James and Sarah.
Around 1 o’clock the restaurant began to clear out and Herwig came over to talk to us. He told me, “You don’t have to eat your greens. They’re for girls!”
I went up and ordered an apfelstrudel. I felt I had to – for comparison purposes, of course.
Judy asked if they had anything for her to use to take her soup with her, and that we’d need a couple of “to go” boxes since a few of us couldn’t finish our schnitzel. Herwig was appalled (jokingly) but talked with us for quite a bit.
He said he is from the same part of Austria as Arnold Schwarzenegger and I told him I noticed the resemblance. Then he went on to tell us how they ended up in State College. They were actually heading to Australia to open a business and stopped briefly in State College and fell in love with the area. They had a restaurant outside of town, then moved into town, and then moved again to this location, which is a prime spot right on College Avenue. He said that in the summertime they can open the window area where we were sitting and set up tables on the sidewalk, like a true bistro. This got him talking about dogs because in Austria people bring dogs into restaurants. If somebody does that here, he can seat them at a sidewalk table and not violate any board of health rules.
He told us about a dachshund he used to have that was rather mischievous and one time at a restaurant the dog was quiet, and after a while he realized that he had eaten the sleeve of his coat that he had hung on the back of his chair.
Somehow he got to talking about the apartment he lives in and that the occupants upstairs sometimes make too much noise and he has to bang on the ceiling with a broom. Recently, late at night, he heard some pounding upstairs and he went up to complain. There were 6 Chinese students there, and they were pounding meat on a cutting board. He said, “Oh, you’re cooking. That’s okay then.” A couple of hours later, after he was in bed, they brought him some of the food they were making, so he said he was going to return the favor this weekend.
Again, I don’t know how we got on the subject but he was talking about his salad dressing and how a customer asked if he could buy a large quantity to take to San Diego, like a gallon or two. Herwig said, “Sure, but it will only keep for a week or so. How are you going to get it there?” The customer was going to fly, so he bought it. But Herwig wondered how he ever got it through security.
Then he talked about the ESPN segment where we had seen the restaurant. He said that Todd Blackledge (former PSU quarterback (ETA: on the '82 undefeated and National Champion team) and now a football announcer on ESPN) came in on a Thursday, ordered their biggest platter and ate it in no time, then a wienerschnitzel to go but decided to just eat it there, and then asked if he could come back the next day to film a “Taste of the Town” segment to be aired during Saturday’s game. The filming took 3 hours and he and his son Bernd got to stand over Blackledge, threatening to beat him with large wooden sticks. It was a lot of fun apparently.
Then he finally said, “You know why I’m still here talking? I’m giving you time to finish eating!” And he said he’d help Sarah.
Then his son delivered the apfelstrudel and he was like, “Here you go…whoa! Wait a minute! You can’t have it until you’ve finished.” He left to get something and I figured a photo opportunity was coming, so I handed the camera over to Marlene because I knew I was soon going to be hassled.
He came back with this pig puppet.
And said something like, “You should have gotten the veal wienerschnitzel. Then we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Herwig came back with this pig hat that he said a university professor had given him.
Finally, we had withstood enough harassment that I could eat my strudel. Everyone tried a taste, and I ate the rest. It was delicious! Much better than what I had at the Biergarten this past summer – I was kind of disappointed in the apfelstrudel there this last time.
I took one last picture of Bernd as we left.
He was complaining about the “tourists” because as we were leaving another family came in that had seen them on ESPN and the guy was taking a picture of their menu board.
We really enjoyed our meal here, despite our still-recovering stomachs. It was a lot of fun, and the food was good. Definitely, the best way to describe it for you folks is: 50’s Prime Time meets Biergarten.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program. Up next, Boma...need I say more?
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