About a week ago Sylvia, Angie and I went for dinner to Yak & Yeti. The restaurant serves authentic Nepalese cuisine and I wanted to make sure that whatever they serve is edible. All with good reason since Sylvia and I are leaving tomorrow for Kathmandu. In case of terrible food I would have packed some snacks. As it turned out this will not be necessary.
The Yak&Yeti restaurant is located in the back of an old building and has a cozy courtyard which is decorated with little flags in all colors.
The restaurant has themes on three nights a week and we happened to visit on momo night. The place itself is small but fills up quickly; without a reservation I am not sure if we had gotten a table. I also noticed that the tables have a quick turnover. People come for food but do not linger over drinks.
We started with some bread and then quickly ordered the momos which came in four different kind of flavors.
The salad which was served alongside was delicious, the starter bread as well but the momos had a bit of a ‘prepared’ taste; meaning that they must have waited assembled on the plate for a bit. Not too long since they would have been totally dry after a while but long enough to make the dough quite chewy. The fillings inside were of similar texture and taste, so I only could only differentiate between meat and vegetable (which is already something, because some store-bought ravioli taste of sawdust). I liked that you could really get a second helping as advertised but minded that the bill showed one drink too many (I really hate to get cheated on).
In the end what mattered was that the food was edible and it passed this test with flying colors. So upon our arrival on Wednesday I will try the real Nepalese food and will let you know the difference.
If you get the impression that I am starting to write a lot about eating out then you are totally right. The idea of breaking bread with your friends is an old one and the older I get the more important it becomes. The sharing of a meal is actually quite an intimate affair and it provides a great setting for meeting friends. So instead of just drinking and talking sh*t, we eat before and talk sh*t later.
Last Friday I was meeting Annemarie, whom you already met on our vacation in Marbella. She suggested going to Le Bol, a French Café/Bistro that I sometimes frequent for coffee. So far I had never been for dinner or actually any other food to think of it. So it was high time to try it.
We had a reservation which was more than necessary at this place. At 6:30 sharp our table got vacated and we were allowed to sit down. I assume if you don’t reserve then you might a place at the community table, but having a reservation helps to get one of the smaller ones. On sitting down I noticed that actually the ‘slot-reservation’ had come to Vienna as well without my notice. At least it was charmingly written in French.
We ordered our drinks (after all what is dinner without a glass of wine) and looked over the menu. There was not a lot of variety; it amounted to salads, sandwiches and quiches. I chose the grilled goat cheese salad which came highly recommended by Annemarie.Not only did it look mouth-watering, it also tasted so. The dressing was well balanced and didn’t overwhelm the flavors of the cheese and the leafy greens. A perfect fit.
Meanwhile Annemarie ordered the French onion soup and a Mediterranean salad.
I was not so sure about the soup but Annemarie was cold and it seemed to do the trick. The salad as well worked its magic since it was gone in a flash.
For dessert we ordered a chocolate éclair, a favorite of Annemarie. For me it was a bit on the sweet side. I am always into sweet things but this one was too sugary.
All in all a very pleasant evening. In the end I see this bistro rather as a lunch favorite than an evening restaurant. But if you are in the mood for a light and easy fare then this is the right place for you.
After a lazy stroll around the Freihausviertel and the Naschmarkt, we settled on ON Market for dinner. Evi and I were joined by Cat which made dinner all the merrier. Love it when there are more plates to try from.
Anyway here is the restaurant, beautiful as ever. The huge ceiling lamp has such a big impact style-wise. This and the clothes panels give the place a very distinct feeling.
For drinks I decided on something new and tried the cherry soda. Definitely something you should avoid, tasted totally chemical. For the same color go for the raspberry soda, has probably the same chemicals inside but tasted way better.
The menu overwhelmed us a bit with lots of delicious sounding descriptions. Besides the regular menu there are also weekly changing dishes. We finally ended up ordering squid, spicy beef and Asian fish & chips.
I know the squid looks weird but was excellent. Very juicy and cooked to perfection, easy to cut and not rubbery at all (rarely achieved in Vienna).
Spicy means hot here, even though it looked harmless it was far from it. So if you can’t take the heat, order it toned down.
Must have been really good because when I wanted to try it, the fish was already gone.
It was as usual a pleasure to eat here and I loved it that the service has improved.
Usually I spend my Saturday afternoons on the couch, reading a book, following sport on TV or just taking a nap. But once in while I can be enticed to wander around in Vienna. Ok, that was maybe exaggerated. I don’t wander aimlessly around in Vienna. I don’t care so much because I am not a tourist in my city. And this is the problem. Vienna has so much to offer if one cares enough to take a closer look! Which I did last Saturday with my friend Evi. We walked around the Freihausviertel and a bit further afield and after a while I started to take some pictures. There were really some gorgeous shops in the area.
Take a look at this one, called Elfenkleid. Just the way all these clothes were hanging from one color to the next was so beautiful. And then this tasteful flower arrangement on the desk. Very impressive!
A bit further we found a shop called sattGarten which was full of cosmetic brands I have never heard before.
They closed immediately after we left, maybe they were tired of people like us just looking (and by looking I mean of course touching because how can you otherwise look? I prefer the haptic look) at everything but not buying anything. We circled the shop once and after a couple of inquiring questions from Evi we left.
Our last shopping stop was at Bananas, a furniture store with stuff from almost all decades of the last century. There were a few things I would have taken home with me if I had the necessary space. In the end I found something (or rather Evi when she went back there on Monday). But this is a surprise for someone else.
After indulging for a weekend in Berlin in various ethnic cuisines there was no way I could go right back to Austrian staple food. Therefore last Tuesday Pat and I tried a new Georgian specialty restaurant called Marani.
The moment I entered a waiter came to meet me and led me to a table. Although the restaurant was empty except for two tables we were placed smack in the middle of these two, right next to a window.
Right away I noticed a problem, the restaurant was uncomfortable due to low temperatures; I had to put my coat back on because I was freezing. The radiator next to me appeared to be merely decorative since it was not heating. Nonetheless I decided to stay put because the critique I had read sounded promising.
And the Marani did not disappoint. We shared the starter choice which consisted of two different kinds of filled aubergine slices and 4 kinds of salads. Everything was delicious! Sorry for the poor quality of the photo and as usual we started to eat right away. As a main course we had spicy beef and beef in walnut sauce with soft white bread. Also delectable!
After a while our young waiter took pity on us and beside placing candles all around us, he offered us a ‘Marani special’ on the house. This Georgian grappa warmed us from within and made up for the lack of warmth in the room, as did the service. Our waiter was attentive and efficient all through the evening. If you don’t care for the ambiance but prefer good food, then the Marani deserves your visit.