If there is an opportunity nearby to eat and drink in Central Europe on the weekend, we’re there. Even better if the opportunity occurs in a city or region we have yet to have explored! Though we have visited the border crossing and historical monuments in Sopron, Hungary (notable in that it was the first of the Iron Curtain borders to fall
) we had not spent time in the city proper. This weekend’s wine festival was just the excuse we needed to pay a return visit.
Sopron was heavily targeted during WWII by both Nazis and bombs, so it was a treat to see a good portion of the old city walls not only intact, but with a lovely promenade around the city’s former medieval perimeter. Even the two vagabonds with us agreed it was impressive.
The Fö Tér (Main Square) is compact and it and the town can be easily explored in a day. Anna Grace and I climbed the stairs to the top of the fire tower for the bird’s-eye view.
In addition to wine tasting, a number of farmers and artisans had their wares out for sale.
Paprika. There are eight grades of real Hungarian paprika to account for the pungency, color, and heat of the peppers used in the making.
Our lunch menu.
Paprika in the savory goulash, and paprika in the sausage.
Fried pork skin for sampling. “Vegan” and “Paleo” are not translated into the Hungarian cuisine.
With lunch barely consumed, the children made a beeline for a Langos stand. Langos is a specialty Hungarian snack of fried bread usually topped with melted butter and garlic or cheese. They followed their snack with a visit to a Lebkuchen vendor.
After lunch we wandered the town, which seems to have fared better than many others from The Social Times.
Following the war came the expulsion of Germans, and those whose mother tongue was German, from Eastern Europe. The people of Sopron objected to the mandatory expulsion of those Hungarians who spoke German, to which these monuments were created.
For some reason Sopron’s windows captured my attention.
On our route home we paused for a border crossing photo, and, nearing the stork migration town of Rust, Austria, we had a rare up close and personal moment with one of those magnificent birds. Another great outing.