Austria - The Little House on the Piste in Dorfgastein
The Magic of Austria
At the base of the black run in Dorfgastein
is a small hut. It’s not a lot bigger than a garden shed.
It could be one of the smallest pubs in
Austria. This year it’s almost buried in snow but we found the door. Inside was
a small table where three Germans were sitting eating a picnic they brought with them of bread and
sausages.
We sat on a low couch by the wall. Franz
came in and greeted us. He is 82 and a bit shaky on his pins. He went to the
wood stove in the corner where a saucepan full of Gluwein was bubbling away. With
a ladle he filled two mugs and brought them over. Even last year, apparently, he would have reached
us in one stride but now it was a careful slow shuffle. The Gluwein was lovely and warming.
Franz sat with the German trio and shared some of their picnic, they had
plenty. The atmosphere was convivial and the banter friendly. The Germans wanted
their D Mark back and envied us for having our Pound.
Franz clears the snow for the next guests |
After a while, Franz went to the dresser
and poured five schnapps, one for each of his guests.
Cheers, Prost – Franz!
We paid for our Gluwein and he went out to
clear snow from a small terrace, more guests were coming.
Franz has run the little place for 43 years,
how much longer he will be there is difficult to know, but on a cold January
morning in 2012 it was very nice to meet him.
And we only wanted a coffee!
(Update 2013 - We passed the Hutte many times during 2012/2013, sadly it was always closed. Franz might have poured his last Scnapps?)
(Update 2013 - We passed the Hutte many times during 2012/2013, sadly it was always closed. Franz might have poured his last Scnapps?)
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