Austrian Voyage Continues: Gruner Veltliner Rediscovered

My Austrian immersion continued as I sampled my way through great whites and reds in St. Anton. The restaurant in this picture had a truly extensive wine list.

What was fascinating to me was the obsession that they are all obsessed with Italian wines, much less so with French wines. We sat down and the waitress suggested a glass of Ornellaia. Very strange. I asked for a glass of St. Laurent but was told they had none on the menu. Instead I had a glass or two of Gruner Veltliner.

The Gruner was from Kremstal DAC Kremser Sandgrube.

I’m sure there were much more prestigious Gruners to try but this one did the trick nicely. Gruner is a grape that has truly taken the United States by storm in the last few years. Maslow 6, the wine shop where I sometimes work has some lovely ones and they are always a hit with clients. I personally am not yet a fan but I think I may just need to try a few more. The waitress said Hirtzberger was the one to try. I haven’t had the pleasure yet but I am looking forward to it.

I thought I’d post some amazing pictures I took in the Alps in Austria. You can go to 2800 meters above sea level. Quite the view. For the faint of heart, this is not the place to go but for those who don’t suffer from fear of heights, I cannot recommend it more strongly.

It was the last day of my trip and I had hurt my knee so I couldn’t ski but I did get the chance to take the gondola up to the top.

I couldn’t believe how high up some of these peaks were and the trails leading down from them. I was reminded of the first time I saw the Jungfrau mountain in Switzerland. I was 15 and I couldn’t have been more excited. I had never skied in Europe at that point, only in Vermont, but it became a lifelong goal and passion.

These photos remind me of what you see as you fly into Milan. I always get excited of the view over the Alps. I’ve not spent as much time skiing in the Western US as I have in Italy for obvious reasons. These scenes brought back wonderful ski memories from my many years in Italy.

The food on the mountain certainly wasn’t as good but the jolly warm welcome with which skiers tend to great one another was in full view. It’s hard to not feel awed by these mountains.

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