Met an Austrian today

Interesting fella.  Odd accent.  He made the place sound so beautiful, so naturally the minute I could I went and googled holiday places in Austria.  The prices to actually stay in Austria are crazy low too. And also, I just want to go to a place that has names like the following, which made me think of the following:

  • Döbling <- snort.  Something with testicles.  That’s all that came to mind and if I elaborate any more than that I suspect Jon will disown me.
  • Rudolfsheim <- RUDOLFSHEIIM THE RED NOSED REINDEER!  HAD A VERY SHINYYYY NOSE…
  • Fünfhaus <- Funf haus?  Sound porno, or just me?
  • Schönbrunn <- Schon! Brunn!  It’s like shouting out a name instead of “Cheers!” right before everyone downs a beer

Anyway, the dude.  He was telling me all about Austrian myths, traditions and cultures.  Specifically about this one, right in time for the up-coming Silly Season:

Krampus is a mythical creature recognized in Alpine countries. According to legend, Krampus accompanies Saint Nicholas (Santa) during the Christmas season, warning and punishing bad children, in contrast to St. Nicholas, who gives gifts to good children. When the Krampus finds a particularly naughty child, it stuffs the child in its sack and carries the frightened child away to its lair, presumably to devour for its Christmas dinner.

Creepy, right?  Yowsers.  I’m saving that one for my one-day kids.

Ate at Licorish at Nicolway last night, guys.  They’ve got a new menu out, and their liquor license has come in so we ordered bright and beautiful cocktails to go with dinner (I had the beef fillet with basil mash, to-die-o-meter was 10/10, that good).  

I channelled my inner Bond-girl and ordered a lime & strawberry martini:

 

3 comments

  1. Rox says:

    So many of the old European countries have amazing legends and cultures. My gran is Swedish, so I grew up with Jul decorations that ranged from gnomes to the Jul goat. Yes, there is a Christmas goat. Apparently there is a giant one in some town that gets vandalised every year as a tradition.

    I used to love hearing my gran on the phone with her Swedish friends too. Before I knew what hej meant, I took great delight in hearing her say it over and over again (usually a few fast hejs in a row mid-convo). There is even a picture of me kitted out in a traditional Swedish costume at age two or so.

    Still have dreams about going there to visit, but doubt my gran will make it back at this point. Norway also sounds amazles, as does Iceland.

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