- Dinner at Stieglkeller - with Salzburger Nockerln -
overlooking the old city from Salzburg -

I wanted to walk (looked like about half an hour) but ended
up taking the bus with all the folks. The Keller is off in
old town across the river, and the bus trip went past all
sorts of historic sites ... it let us off a few blocks away,
and all we had to do was make our way through St. Rupert's
Fair and halfway up the hill. I'm sure the view over the old
city is wonderful, but I'm also sure that it would have been
crowded and noisy and hard to carry on a conversation in. We
had a semiprivate room with, again, three big tables.

The food:

Smoked trout with raifort sauce - quite good, hot-smoked,
with a rich whipped-cream and horseradish (light on the
latter) sauce. Unfortunately the

salad of tender lettuces with radish sprouts and a balsamic
reduction - was on the same plate, and unfortunately boxo
doesn't do fish. So having informed the waiter, he offered
a salad with mushrooms. boxo doesn't do mushrooms, either.
So. How about the mushroom salad without mushrooms? Okay!
She pushed the appetizer aside, and shortly a salad came.
It looked okay. Within a few minutes, another salad came,
a much bigger one, otherwise I believe the same. Three
plates of food in front of boxo. Someone came by, and after
a bit of discussion, one of the salads (I think the small
one) went away. Shortly to be replaced by a salad with
mushrooms on it. I thought it hilarious; I'm glad that
others, especially boxo, were amused as well.

Soup with pancake strips - a rather ordinary broth with,
in fact, julienne of crepe. The whole did a reasonable
imitation of Knorr's chicken noodle soup.

Pork loin escalope stuffed with breakfast food - (bacon,
egg, mushrooms), sided with parsley potatoes. I think that
this was billed as "nach Salzburgischer Art" or something.
I guess the locals like their breakfast. It was a perfectly
okay plate of food. I don't know how boxo finessed the
mushrooms in the stuffing.

And ... the famous Nockerln. When I've had them before,
they've been egg white clouds in strawberry or raspberry
sauce. These were pancakey things with what QFguy
identified as cranberry jam. Not impressive: I prefer the
perhaps neo versions I've had elsewhere, though some of us
(totmode) lucked out and got gorgeous souffle-like things
that were browned on top and tender in the middle the way
I remember.

Beers. I asked for a Mass of Dunkel, and the waiter said
that they didn't have dark on draft. He was pushing the
dark wheat beer (something I am not fond of) but eventually
sold me two half-liter bottles of Konig Ludwigs Dunkel,
which I thought was sort of native to Munich, where I've
had it before (at twice the price). Eventually I had a
small light Stiegl, which was fine.

The grumpy waiter was pretty good to us, especially to boxo,
but apparently was merciless with those who wished to switch
places or pay with a credit card. His immutable procedure is
to figure out who has to pay what based on position at the
table: he makes this little chart for himself, and any
movement of diners causes life to be unbearable for him. And
apparently each time a credit card is to be charged, he has
to laboriously write out the slip the way credit cards would
have been handled in the nineteenth century if there had
been credit cards. I think we left him out of sorts. I have
a suggestion for future events: there should be only one
credit card per table, with everyone else paying the lucky
one in cash. That way most of the irritation can be avoided.
If people feel themselves cheated of their miles, maybe they
can be given a 1% discount or something to shut them up.
This method has worked (minus the discount) at various DOs
in years past.

There's a freight elevator: the maitre d' took boxo down in
it, while the rest of us took the steps.

Monitor found a taxicab, and some lucky souls got back to
the hotel earlier than others.

A nightcap of Remy with monitor, restlessinRNO, totmode,
the_happiness_store, and boxo.