During my last European trip which saw time in Germany and Hungary first, I had opportunities to have wiener schnitzel long before setting foot in Austria. But I kept telling myself that I wanted to wait until I was in Vienna before having it, because I had this feeling that it wasn't going to be any better than having it in the country where it originated, and I held off on having it until I made my way here to Schnitzelwirt. I had done some research about where I might find the best one, and this name came up numerous times in the process.
Despite the fact that reservations were heavily suggested, I figured if I were to hit the place at an odd time like between 3-4 pm, it wouldn't be so bad. I was quite wrong in that regard, and the place was still packed when we got there. Fortunately for me, my fiancee and I were still managed to be seated in not a long time, even if it meant sitting with strangers, but that's sometime I grew used to while in Europe.
The interior of the place looks and feels old, but operates with the efficiency of a very well-oiled machine. The menu is vast, and offers a wide array of schnitzels, including some really bizzare Latin flavors as well as what they interpreted as "American," but basically a bunch of random cultural ingredients dumped on top of their schnitzels. Frankly, I came for one thing, and one thing alone, the OG breaded wiener schnitzel, and the two of us each ordered one, along with a side of fries, which I love is such a common thing in Europe in general, no matter if you're eating burgers, mussels, steaks or schnitzel.
And as advertised, the schnitzels were literally the sizes of our heads. And I have a very large head, if I'm being objective. But it was still two perfectly breaded cutlets that combined to be larger than my head. Regardless, I tore into my schnitzel and destroyed it like I was committing a hate crime against it. It was so perfect and so good, and the pork was tender, and the breading flavorful and good at soaking in the lemon juice from the little slice they serve with it.
My better half was barely able to finish one of her cutlets, so I tore into her second one as well. I didn't finish it, not because I couldn't, but so I could make sure I had room for some sort of desserts or night treat at a Christmas market.
One thing we learned a little too late is that the option to share a single order apparently existed, as we witnessed from the couple that came to share our table, and did just that. Frankly, it would've been enough food, but at the same time, it would've denied me from eating an entire order on my own. No regrets on how we did it.
The best part about it is the price; at 7 euros 20 for a schnitzel the size of my head, it was at least ten euros cheaper here in the native country, than anywhere in Germany or outside of Austria.
Overall, this was probably my favorite and most memorable meal experience of this entire Europe vacation. It's not often where I have high expectations for one place only for it to let me down, but Schnitzelwirt 52 most certainly delivered on everything researched and advertised, and left me with the satisfaction of having schnitzel at it's most native pinnacle.
The location was easy to get to, the ambiance was jovial, the service outstanding, and the price extremely economical. But most importantly, the food was everything I hoped it would be, and I think it's going to be quite some time before I ever have a wiener schnitzel like this ever again. read more