Sitzwohl restaurant is where hopes go to die.
A crime against Austrian cuisine, the schnitzel was painfully dry with batter lifting off the meat like it wanted to run away somewhere else and stick to a better quality meat. The breading was so poorly executed that it fell apart like a dysfunctional family, leaving chewy chunks of veal to wilt next to store bought elderberry jam.
The potato salad, mushy as wallpaper paste, was profoundly awful. The pumpkin soup was not so bad, but still, you could get something similar and probably much more dynamic from the Whole Foods cold case.
In other words, everything looked "average" at best, until the food arrived which destroys all the taste buds in your mouth.
Clumsy cooking, trying to make itself look grown-up and clever, Sitzwohl failed me for the second time.
After waiting 45 minutes for someone to take our order for lunch, we decided to leave and have a sandwich somewhere else.
If Sitzwohl were a man, he'd be a part-time smelly rugby player who's trying to tell you he's deep, cultured and thoughtful even though he will later be implicated in an incident involving a traffic cone and a glass of his own piss.
Astonishingly expensive for the trash they serve, I would rather take the Friday red-eye flight to Paris, spend a few hours eating street food and be back in the city in time for Sunday brunch.
Don't go there.
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