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July 17, 2012
New Delhi, India
July 13, 2006
Since Wiener schnitzel was high on our list of priorities, we immediately decided that Figlmüller it was. Accordingly, after our taxing hike through Hofburg, we took ourselves off towards Stephansplatz and the nearby Bäckerstrasse, where one of the two outlets of Figlmüller is located. The other outlet is less than two minutes’ walk from Bäckerstrasse; it’s at Wollzeile 5 (Tel: 512 6177), so if the Bäckerstrasse Figlmüller is full, you can head for the Wollzeile one, and vice versa. As you walk down Bäckerstrasse, you’ll pass a doorway painted in green and white, with a carved and painted caricature above it, pointing the way to the two restaurants.
The Bäckerstrasse outlet has large windows overlooking the street. Inside, the restaurant exudes a warmth that’s very comforting. There are polished wooden tables and chairs, unobtrusive waiters, and menus in both German as well as English. Since it was still fairly early, the restaurant was rather empty: only two other tables were occupied.
Tarun and I usually try not to order the same thing, so we can get to sample more stuff. Therefore, while I ordered the Wiener schnitzel, Tarun ordered the crumb-fried salt pork. Along with it, he asked for a beer, and I ordered grape juice. The menu suggested ordering a mixed green salad or a potato salad (for an additional €3.50 each), but I’d watched the people at the next table receive their order, and the portion of salad that was placed on their table was huge, and I realised (a bit ruefully, I must admit) that I couldn’t hope to fit in something that size. Neither could Tarun, so both of us skipped the salad and asked just for the meat.
As a tribute to the Wiener schnitzel, I’ll discuss it first. It was simply perfect. A 250 gm piece of veal, beaten so thin that it had spread out into a circle larger than the dinner plate it was served on. Breaded and deep-fried till it was stunningly golden and crisp on the outside, tender on the inside. And served along with a wedge of lemon.
Tarun’s meal was similar, except that it was salt pork rather than veal. The texture and the taste was different, of course, but not drastically so. This too was crisp fried, and absolutely delicious. It too came with a wedge of lemon.
By the time we finished, we were glad we hadn’t ordered salad. We skipped dessert as well, and got a final bill of €28.40, including a tip. A tad expensive, but worth it, considering that we’d had perhaps the best Wiener schnitzel on the planet.
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