When it rains, it pours. And indeed, the skies poured upon the region this past weekend.
Of course Tony and I were rather sour about the whole matter, it being that “Hiking & Schnitzeling” would not be in the cards. Adding to this First World Misery was that Tony was on the quarterly emergency duty, so we could not venture further than one hour’s driving distance from the U.N. We have finely honed our ability to escape Vienna on the weekends and become surly when we must remain. Sigh.
But, the Niederösterreich Card and an article in Falter to the rescue! In nearby Klosterneuburg lies the Gugging Museum, the special museum featuring works from the artists-in-residence at the Gugging Psychiatric Clinic. We have visited on several occasions; in fact, this may have been our fourth? fifth? visit, and we always leave humbled by the talent on display. And with our NÖ cards the admission was gratis (always a plus).
The current exhibit showcases Gugging artists from 1970 to the present. Our favorite pieces are the intricate works.
Some of the pieces we could study for hours.
This one I would consider hanging in our home. I think it’s beautiful.
As is our norm, lunch plays an important role in our outings. Having read about “Bangkok Station,” an Imbiss-turned-Thai locale at, of all places, the Tullnerbach-Pressbaum Bahnhof, a hamlet just outside Vienna in a recent episode of Falter, we were drawn like moths. We do love our Thai food, after all.
Did I mention that the Vienna Woods were rainy and fogged-in? Our drive was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Oh, how I wanted to see a hedgehog crossing the road.
And then, there it was. We walked the overpass across the tracks with fingers crossed.
This is the photo shoot from Falter. Obviously this is not the real Bangkok Station.
Outside there were three picnic tables; and inside, just two big tables. To begin, we shared the handmade (!) spring rolls, a rarity around here. Crispy, light, and packed with crunchy cabbage. The satay was tender, and the peanut sauce luscious. So far, so delicious.
For entertainment, freight and passenger trains rushed to and fro just outside the restaurant.
We both ordered Gai Pad Kaprow, Thai Basil Chicken. I serve a preparation at home that has a hefty dose of Bird’s Eye Chilis, and that is the standard by which we rated this dish. Though the dish was flavorful, the chili spice was lacking, and we wished we had remembered to ask for more chili. Next time.
A side note: the people with whom we shared our table were Austrian, and seemed to know their way around the menu. Yet, one of the women ordered the Papaya Salad; she took one bite and sent it back to the kitchen for being, “Too Spicy.” The proprietor looked disappointed.
On Sunday the forecast seemed to have shifted in our favor, and at the last minute we scrapped museum plans in favor of attending the Genussmeile in nearby Gumpoldskirchen. This annual event is the lesser known vineyard wander that we have come to prefer to the flip-flop wearing, Sturm-sloshing hipsters that have ruined the Wien Weinwandertag.
We should have stuck to Plan A. About a kilometer into the wander the rain began to fall.
We made haste back to the village and a cozy heuriger, where we idled away a couple of hours with Sturm and Backhendl and discussed how much better next weekend will be.