As some of you might now already, I call the beautiful country of Austria my homeland. And let me tell you: us Austrians get a lot of stereotypes thrown at our heads. Among them are us loving yodeling, everyone being king at winter sports, and an affinity for basements – but not in a good way.

Of course these are all clichés and I know a lot of people are trying to bust these myths. But I’m not here to preach how wrong all of those assumptions are. I am here to prove that at least one of the common Austrian clichés is true: we love comfort food. And we’re really, really good at it too.
So what does a self-exiled guy from Austria, who’s not the worst, but also not the best cook, do? Exactly, grab a friend who shares that fate and find a place that serves some good old Schnitzel.

My roommate recommended Felix Austria, which is conveniently located five minutes away from my house in Kreuzberg and they didn’t disappoint. The place itself is just like the average restaurant on Austria’s countryside: kind of homely and kind of weird at the same time, but all in all lovely in a slightly off kind of way. It is separated in two different parts, and I’ll advice to choose a table in the left part. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you get there, it just seemed a little more comfortable there.

Me and Ana, my date for the night, went full on traditional, so I had the Wiener Schnitzel with potato and cucumber salad on the side (just so you know: the bigger serving is actually TWO pretty huge schnitzels, so don’t plan on eating anything else when ordering that) and Ana decided on cheese spaetzle. As true Austrians, there was no way of resisting dessert, so we decided to get some apricot dumplings with vanilla sauce too, to really make sure we weren’t physically able to walk home.
Nice touch: they have some Austrian beer and Almdudler, a pretty well-known lemonade flavored with herbs.

The schnitzels were thin and tender with a tasty coating and the cheese spaetzle, were made with authentic, Austrian cheese, which is all that needs to be said. To be honest: I can’t say too much of the food except that it actually tasted like home, which, in my opinion, is the best compliment I could give. It’s not Haute Cuisine, but for me that’s not what Austrian food is about. I want it to taste like my mother made it, and that’s what it did. Mahlzeit!