To Hungary For Lunch And Back Again Within A Few Hours.

The best laid plans...

My elderly neighbour up the road, she who walks with two crutches every single day, said that today the weather would turn and indeed it did, starting with a batch of rain at midday accompanied by slightly colder air. Fair enough, winter is on its way.

Bob and I were helping my folks sort out all the wine pressing equipment, ferrying and carrying three big vats across Eisenberg when the four of us decided at the spur of the moment to have lunch in Hungary. Not just at any place but a restaurant that Bob and I had discovered a few months ago with my parents from America.

Bob offered to chauffeur us as into Hungary as it has a zero tolerance for alcohol ( Hungary is way ahead of the rest of the world in that regard ). The anticipation was building up in our car and we all were mentally salivating at the thought of the hearty lunch ahead.

The driveway up to the restaurant seemed romantic and nice only to end at the car park, a car park filled to the rafters. Lunch, was out of the question. The restaurant was packed and as much as we grumbled at our bad luck, we were pleased at the popularity of the place. Who likes to eat in an empty restaurant?

Nothing for it but to turn around and look for someplace else...Rechnitz was a mere smigeon further and I remembered seeing that Straka Wine Estate had a Buschenschank. Despite the rainy climes it was nice to slowly drive up into the Rechnitz Weinberg and take note of the delightful old Kellerstöckls along it.

The Buschenschank was full but we found a nice table in a comfortable room with a view of Rechnitz Weinberg. Nice. Bob and I have the most wonderful memories of this place because it had been the starting point of our Weinfrühling adventure. Twice we have sampled their wines and each time it was memorable. Today didn't disappoint at all. The Welschriesling was crisp, smooth while leaving a delicious note of gummibears on the palate while their Eisenberg DAC was smooth, spicy, tasty and bold whilst showing the velvety texture of an award winning wine...

Bob and I have eaten far too much and now are playing the nodding game, knowing that we have to stay awake until at least nine o'clock in order to see the American Grand Prix..

Biggi