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THE MEAL & MAN THAT CHANGED MY VIEW OF TRAVEL

1/3/2013

 
We had about four hours to call our own.  Food was at the top of our list after a morning of touring Salzburg’s Old Town with 30 other members of our Vantage Travel Tour group; the afternoon was blessedly wide open.  
 
We’d whittled those 30 members down to a more manageable and intimate group of four when Jimmy and I, and friends Joan and John, went in search of a place to eat. I’m not sure how the others were feeling, but I was feeling pretty footloose and fancy free in the City of
Music.

Remember when Maria came bounding over the hill in the opening scene of the movie,
The Sound of Music, arms open wide, singing at the top of her lungs, ‘The hills are alive, with the sound of music.’  I’ve got nothing on Julie Andrews when it comes to singing, but I can bound with delight with the best of ‘em in the streets of Salzburg.  I know; I wish I had a picture of me delightfully bounding to share, but alas, the spontaneity of the moment often gets lost when I have to stop and hand the camera over to Jimmy for a re-enactment. 
 
I think it was the medieval charm of Old Town’s narrow, cobblestoned streets matched by an unseasonably warm, sunny day for early November that put a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye as we settled on lunch at Salzburg’s K & K Restaurant am Waagplatz. 
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The food and building were as authentic as Austria gets.
Perhaps this was what the Mozart Effect was all about.  Certainly I was experiencing a heightened awareness of just how much ambiance Salzburg had to offer.  We were, after all, just steps away from the famed Mozart Square,
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No worries, Mozart. This is not dodgeball.
and the fountain that Maria and the von Trapp children purportedly visited (at least they’d been filmed in front of the fountain in the movie, The Sound of Music; that was close enough for authentic in my song book).  And even though the fountain was not operational the day we were there (it was actually covered for the winter months and looked more an eyesore than a
piece of history), I could see no obstacles to becoming a part of that history after standing in that square.

We ate in the ground floor dining hall just off the bar in what’s called the Restaurant S’Gwolb.
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Apparently the real party is downstairs where the beer is brewed.
The cozy, sunny room had an air of sophistication that hinted at prices on the high end.  Given we were dining with spare change in our pockets (15 Euros apiece courtesy of Vantage Travel) we were still all smiles when it came to our choice of dining establishment.
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No, that's not Yul Brenner, just good friend John.
Jimmy used his lunch money to order one of Austria’s renowned beers, a tall Stiegl; it was a 
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Happy is as happy does, right Jimmy?
good excuse to make a toast to good food, good friends and good times, especially given we’d managed our first cultural crossing (ordering our meal) on our own steam.  Actually, our waiter gets most of the credit for filling in the cracks of our ineptitude.  He admitted he'd learned his broken English over the years courtesy of his customers. I admired his resilence.  I was resilient back when I could also touch my toes without bending my knees. 
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I gotta hand it to you guys; we did have a good time at K & K Restaurant.
Our overall ineptitude when it came to speaking German (my French professor in college suggested I concentrate my efforts in an area other than languages) didn’t go without notice from our nearby neighbors, one of whom was dressed in traditional Lederhosen.   And while our neighbors politely reserved judgment and quietly continued their own conversation in German, it was obvious we were the topic of conversation when the word ‘American’ drifted our way.

I felt somehow emboldened by our successful exchange with our waiter, our very first experience ordering food as true world travelers along Europe’s Danube River.  Don't I look emboldened in this picture with said waiter and friend Joan?  If he could learn broken English after years of waiting on inept  hungry tourists, the least I could do is show some appreciation despite the risk of appearing gauche.
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Body language is my best means of communication when it comes to German.
It's easy to rely on the protective filter of a tour group.  With Vantage Travel, there was little required of us as tourists other than to show up on time and dole out the dough.  In no way is that a reflection on Vantage Travel.  They provided a wonderful experience.  Everything about our tour was seamlessly and graciously arranged and executed without us ever really getting our feet wet or our comfort disturbed.  
 
I just realized, left to my own devices, I rather liked getting my feet wet, even though I’m likely more inclined to tiptoe into the chilly waters than dive in headfirst.  I like people. They’re a curious blend of colors and customs I find both foreign and enticing whenever I’m far from home. To quote a favorite song, "We are the world;" we share a common humanity, a common moment in time that will be history in no time.  Given the chance, I’d love to share a real meal, too.

When had I become so middle aged?  Let’s not discuss the semantics of that rhetorical question. Just suffice it to say the years had carried me to a place I suddenly found a bit unattractive wrapped in my ignorance of all things German and Austrian.    

Years ago, in another world and time, I’d spent 10 days in Italy with my first husband.  We’d explored Rome with nothing but a map, a bus token and wide-eyed innocence.  We used public transportation to make our way, day after day, to the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, Tivoli Fountain, the Pantheon and the Colosseum, and back home again. Fueled by our curiosity and a strong American dollar, we managed our own meals, arranged our own transportation and decided where to go and when.  We learned to carry change for the public toilets and to stop traffic by stepping out with panache into the busy, cobblestoned streets at just the right moment. 
 
I learned as much about myself as I did Rome and her people in those ten days.  I learned to give back all I had to give as an ambassador to the world. That’s what I want when I travel.  To give as good as I get; my money talks, but it doesn’t always convey the right message  across cultures, especially when money changes hands with the minimal please and thank you delivered in my native tongue.   

I didn't even understand these thoughts that day while dining on the best Beef Goulash I’ve ever had with the best of friends, but I do remember feeling a sense of loss imprisoned in my cultural cocoon.
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The family style dining made the possibility of truly breaking bread (and there was lots of it)
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There appears no cultural chasms when it comes to the staff of life - bread.
with the locals something certainly within our reach.  Etiquette (or maybe cold feet) prevented me from acting on impulse.  Instead, we followed suit (noise levels in European restaurants are considerably lower than those of their American counterparts), quietly enjoying our dining experience as a foursome and the delicious authentic Austrian fare (Jimmy, Joan and John all had the potato soup with mushrooms and bacon).  
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I tried taking pictures of our food as unobtrusively as I possibly could so as not to disturb our neighbors.
We lingered over coffee and tea at the end of our meal, skipping dessert in lieu of afternoon plans to find and sample the infamous Mozart Balls our tour guide had recommended earlier that morning.  
 
I remember not wanting to give up this moment, this meal, this place.  Our Austrian neighbors had lingered at their table too; we Americans are notorious for eating and running. Europeans, on the other hand, view dining as a chance to nourish relationships with family and friends as much as it is simple sustenance.

And so, when our dining neighbors got up to leave, I caught the eye of the gentleman dressed in Lederhosen, smiled and then pointed to my camera as he reached for his coat.  He donned his jacket then stood tall and proud with a smile that said everything neither one of us could articulate across the cultural divide.  I didn't get the picture I intended.  I got much more than my best intentions.  
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His eyes may be closed, but his heart and soul are open to the moment.
I caught a glimpse of my fellow man, the Austrian so close yet so far away.  He's what's been missing from all the sightseeing; his love of country, his pride of heritage, his family history - and his genuine smile. He tells the real story of Austria - her people.

What he and our waiter took away after our exchange that day will remain a piece of their view of the United States, too.  They don't need to see the Statue of Liberty to understand American culture.  The cities and monuments are but the bare bones of our country.  Those bones are missing the heart and soul of any culture - her people.  The personal stories impart greater meaning into anything we can ever hope to learn by simply seeing the world rather than experiencing it. 


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The bottom line on Salzburg's K & K Restaurant am Waagplatz:

Verdict: Best authentic dining experience of our entire trip. The food, service and atmosphere can't be beat, although I can't guarantee our wonderful waiter will be there to serve you or you'll run into locals as friendly as ours.
   
How to Get There: Just north of Mozart Square in Salzburg's Old Town. 

Insider Tips:  It was off season when we stopped in for a late lunch.  We were seated right away, but my impression given the location and the quality of food: reservations would be in order during peak hours.  There are actually four rooms for dining and a beer hall in the basement.  Apparently customers with reservations are usually taken to the upstairs dining halls.  If you can speak even minimal German you'll probably won't have to leave as big a tip as we did.
Joan
1/3/2013 07:57:24 am

I loved this return to the K&K Restaurant and our wonderful experience there. Wish I could have some of that yummy bread right now! However, the man I've lived with for 50 years is called "Jerry", somehow derived from his given name of Girard John. That's OK if you forgot, Sharon, Sherry, Sandy,....whatever!

Sharon/Sherry/Sandy
1/3/2013 08:03:13 am

I stand corrected and sheepish! Too many late nights! Probably the long post that cost me a day and a half to complete.

Sharon/Sherry/Sandy
1/3/2013 08:04:21 am

At least I was consistent - consistently wrong!

Joan
1/3/2013 11:05:37 am

It's OK! It just made me laugh since I had done it to you so many times with your name tag one way & your preferred name another. I was totally inconsistent. Late night for us too.....at 11:56 pm, New Year's Day, we beat the midnight deadline & completed our 85 page photo book on the Danube Trip! (382 photos selected from our collection of over 2300).


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