Our PGH buddy got in mid-day from Augsburg. We met him at his hotel & had lunch at a new food hall. Sufficiently fortified, we took him on a walking tour around the city center — thankfully the endless clouds and rain took just long enough of a break to allow for a good 2.5 hour exploration of some essential sights.
We reconnected at our pad and hoofed it to the Austrian place, where we met another friend, a German-American historian who teaches in Amsterdam.
I shared a very good asparagus soup with my dude,
and we all got the “small” 
Wiener Schnitzel with cucumber and potato salad.
I thought the schnitzel was just ok, but I am beginning to suspect that a flattened piece of veal surrounded by panade will never be a mind-blowing culinary experience for me, even though several reviewers claim that this is better than what they’ve had in Vienna proper. I thought the potato salad was the star of the plate, TBH. Couldn’t finish any of it.
The server at some point asked if we’d be willing to move to another table, and they’d be happy to offer us a Kaiserschmarrn on the house. Since my PIC had already been eyeing it as a dessert option, we gladly complied. The huge mess of fried pancake, raisins and powdered sugar was accompanied by stewed apricots and was pretty damn good…. as far as fried pancake dough goes.
Our PGH visitor was curious about the Marillenknödel, so we also got an order of those: light dumplings filled with apricot jam and bathed in ample amounts of brown butter and breadcrumbs. Wow! I think I just ate my carb allotment for the rest of the month 
We also had a few Marillenbrände, i.e. apricot brandy (ordered as digestifs, plus another round on the house).
The guys came over to our pad for a nightcap & were out of the door before midnight. Fun evening.
