I was lucky enough to spend some time last week in Vienna, Austria for work. What better way to relax after a long day then spending a few hours talking history and language with work colleagues at Fischer Bräu?
I have mentioned my love of Fischer Bräu before. Their house beer is Helles, a style of lager popular in southern Germany and in Austria. Fisher Bräu’s version is rich and creamy, with a sweet wheat flavor. It goes down alarmingly easily, and it has a mysterious lightness that helps me convince myself that I have room for another one.
I am always amazed how ingrained beer drinking is in Austria. I often see people walking around with half-liter cans of beer in the street, even in the morning. At the airport restaurant (which is now Jamie Oliver-branded, strangely enough), there are people having beer with their breakfast. It’s not every single person, but for someone from the States, it’s weird to see anyone having a beer at 8:30 in the morning.
Is this where my innate American puritanism kicks in? Maybe. But more to the point, I have induldged a little bit this week. I don’t get to Fischer Bräu often, and I made up for lost time. But now I am ready to give my body a break for awhile.
That said, when I am here, I am more likely to order Almdudler than beer. (I am at work, after all.) It’s sort of hard to describe: it’s like a ginger ale with citrus and elderflower flavors. I adore it. When at home, I try to simulate it with Sierra Mist and Ikea’s elderflower syrup. It’s not quite right, but it will do in a pinch.
To be honest, I can’t tell if I like it because it tastes good or because of the strange looks I get from wait staff when I order it in my broken-to-the-point-of-non-existent German. Maybe I am reading a bit too much into that. It’s not like I ordered a Hugo.
Except for the one time I did order a Hugo. It came like this, which is probably as much of a review as you will need.