That's Scotch Eggs. With toast.A ham sandwichFruit Bowl and coffeeDim Sum. Note the big leafy one. Yeah, that's the one.Gojee Berry DrinkA sandwich from something called Giraffe

DBMA: Londontown

In which I describe in excruciating detail what I had on a recent visit to London. Contains spoilers.

Goulash

In which I expound the virtues of conspicuous consumption, the use of the word “fowl” in contemporary English and of course Goulash. Actually, it’s just about Goulash. But I might one day write exactly that.

Café Raimund

In which I explore the depths of Vienna’s nightlife, complete with swanky cocktails, coked out half-celebrities and overpriced entries to dimly lit clubs. Or in which I write about a cozy cafe and a schnitzel with molten cheese. You decide.

Of Roasts

In which I tell you the usual inspiring stuff, which you could read. Or you could also just look at that picure and be done with it. It’s totally up to you!

Foodporn at Gojee

Usually I’m too much of a self-centered bastard to write about anything else than myself and what I ate, but sometimes I soften up and tell you about things like Gojee. The website with the funny name does similar things I do here: post pictures and recipes, but in a strikingly beautiful manner. Which, by the way, does two things for me: make me jealous and hungry. An interesting combination, let me tell you that.

Anyway, go check it out. For additional pleasure I’ve added an image of traditional Austrian dumpling-like things which I’ll be writing about in the near future.

Zum Reznicek or When eating blood is a good thing

In which I recount the various ways in which to eat blood. Not really. It’s just about a pretty good restaurant and their blood sausages.