On Saturday I had the opportunity to explore the city by myself. (This was the same day that I tried an Austrian Big Mac and found a discreet painted street symbol.)
It was a day of hilarious mishaps, related to my inability to navigate a world that isn’t filled with signs in a language I can read. At McDonald’s I opened the door to a private office because I thought it was the bathroom, and I walked into an unyielding board because I thought it was a door. At H&M I got stuck on the men’s floor because I couldn’t find the exit, and in my attempt to get out got myself stuck on the children’s floor. Then I got stuck on the men’s floor again. After I finally asked for help I almost opened an alarm-rigged emergency exit.
After some time I just wanted to sit down and rest and not be tripped up by my inability to function in German. I walked aimlessly down a block and saw Cafe Tomaselli, which I’d already been to. Then I noticed that near Cafe Tomaselli was a little building with a fenced seating area, called Kiosk Tomaselli. I guess it’s a little add-on to the original cafe?
I wasn’t actually sure what it was, so I walked in, and asked a tux-clad waiter, “Do you serve coffee here?”
Which, in hindsight, is probably the stupidest question to ever be asked in a cafe. To his credit the waiter answered me without laughing. It made me wonder if stupid tourist questions were the norm. I sat down outside and proceeded to be confused at the menu.

I wanted to try a coffee, because my boyfriend, CEO and food-blogger extraordinaire, had told me that I absolutely had to see what Austrian coffee was like. I’m not a coffee drinker, so thanks to being coffee-illiterate and German-challenged, I didn’t have a chance of understanding the menu.

When the waiter came, I pitifully pointed to the very first thing on the menu without knowing what it was. I got the Tasse Melange, which according to the description is a mocha with milk and “schlag.” I had no idea what schlag was. Google tells me now that schlag is whipped cream.

My coffee arrived very quickly, on a silver tray with a small glass of water and two pretty packets of sugar. I could only assume the water was for drinking…? I hope there isn’t any cultural practice I’m missing out on in which you use the water to wash your spoon, or baptize the nearest infant, or something. In any case, I drank it.
I first tried the coffee without sugar, and it was good—rich, complex, and slightly bitter. Then I dumped in both sugar packets and it was delicious. Coffee purists everywhere, you may shudder.
I sat outside, sipping my coffee and reading Casanova’s memoir until it was time to go home for dinner.
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Austrian McDonald’s

Today I wandered around the “Old Town” section of Salzburg with a furiously growling stomach. On one of the main shopping streets I found myself in front of McDonald’s.
I honestly don’t remember the last time I ate at a McDonald’s. I generally stay very far away from fast food, with the exception of In-N-Out.
However, I have been told that because of very strict food laws, Austrian McDonald’s are of far superior quality to American McDonald’s—although we all know that’s really not saying much. The ingredients are fresher, are not over-processed, and are free of trans fats.
So I went in, stood in a line, and anxiously tried to figure out how to order in German. Of course I could have gone up, done my requisite “Sprechen Sie Englisch?” and ordered in English, but for goodness sakes, I am taking German here. I just had my German midterm. If I couldn’t order at McDonald’s in German, then I would be a failure of a human being.
I ordered a Big Mac because what else is more representative of McDonald’s? I wasn’t sure whether to say “ein Big Mac” (masculine) or “eine Big Mac” (feminine) and decided on “ein” because Big Macs just seem masculine to me. I also got waffle fries (Gitter Pommes) because someone had told me they were amazing.

I was amused by all the unintelligible (to me) German on my Big Mac box.

The Big Mac actually looked pretty appetizing.

And it tasted pretty good!
The waffle fries were honestly some of the best fries I have ever had. Seriously, if you ever find yourself at an Austrian McDonald’s, get the waffle fries.
(I didn’t get a drink because I couldn’t figure out a way to order it with my limited vocabulary without making a fool of myself, which is probably the stupidest reason to go thirsty. Oh well.)
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Hungry? Food post from Salzburg

I’ve been snapping photos nonstop since I got here (my official count is 866 photos so far, eek!) and one of the things I’m documenting without fail is, of course, the food I’m eating.
Here are a few looks at some of my meals so far. I’m attempting to be a Real Blogger and color-correcting my food photos now!

Tortellini with ham in cheese sauce.

Salami and pickles on a roll at Cafe Tomaselli, the cafe Mozart used to frequent.
Pasta and cheese (and the sauce too, I think) from Italy, made by my host mom.
Fish and potatoes.

Fish and vegetables cooked in ginger, made by my host mom.

A dessert platter at a cafe.
A slice of cake from Cafe Tomaselli.
Turkey sausage and potatoes with curry ketchup (!!!!!!!) made by my host mom. Side note, she includes a salad with every meal. The lettuce-lover in me is so happy. Also, curry ketchup is so much better than regular ketchup. Apparently it’s a German thing.
Apple strudel!
I’ve got a lot more food photos but cropping and color-correcting can definitely slow a girl down. This should be enough to leave you hungry for now.
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