Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Beer and Fucking Tour... Welcome to Austria, land of profane place names!

After lunch, we sped down A8 toward Munich, then headed toward Salzburg as I fiddled with the sound system in my car.  The weather was beautiful and I was tempted to put the top down.  Bill was afraid something would fly out of the backseat, so I refrained.  I had noticed on the map of the area near Franking, there was a place called "Fucking".  I thought that was funny and looked it up on Google.  Sure enough, people had visited and taken pictures... and yes, there had been quite a few folks who decided to steal the sign.

As it turned out, we didn't have to go out of our way to visit Fucking.  It was on the way to Franking and we drove right through the village.


And yes, I got a picture...  

I had been afraid that someone would harass me, but there was no one in sight when I took this photo.  In fact, the whole village of Fucking consists of maybe five or six houses.  We went through it so quickly that I didn't get a chance to photograph the exit sign.  But anyway, yes, this is a real place and it's pretty charming.  If you visit the Moorhof, you can cruise through Fucking too...  Also, you can read more about Fucking in earlier posts on this blog.

Anyway, after Fucking, we were soon close to our destination.  My amusement over unusual place names turned to awe as I noticed just how pretty the country is around the Moorhof.  Indeed, it reminded me a little of Sanford, North Carolina, which is a country town in the middle of North Carolina where Bill and I lived for two years.  Of course, near Franking, you can see the mighty Alps in the distance.







Approaching the Moorhof...

When we got to the rurally situated inn, we entered the lobby, which appeared to be deserted.  A kind woman answered when Bill finally hit the bell summoning her.  She spoke little English, but between Bill's sucky German and her somewhat better English, we determined that we were assigned room 28.  We had booked the beer spa package, which included a partial (back) massage, a beer bath, the oat straw bed, and a four course beer inspired dinner on Saturday, which was the day of our treatment.


The entrance to the inn...

Looking around the hotel, I got a distinct 80s vibe.  It was quaint and cute, but a little old fashioned.  However, the staff was very kind and the prices were reasonable.  Because it was close to dinner time when we arrived, we opted to eat at the inn.  We had a choice of rotbarsch (ocean perch) or pork cutlets.  I had the fish and Bill had the pork.  This meal came with four courses and was priced at the bargain low sum of just 15 euros.

Bill and I, along with a family of five-- grandparents, parents, and an adorable little girl, were the only ones around on Friday night.


Bill waits for dinner to start.


Super quaint dining room...


A little bar in the dining area.  They also have a very cozy Stuble on the other side of the hotel.


We start with a simple salad.


I pause to take a picture of the fireplace and mantle, circa 1986.  That explains a lot, actually.


Next was soup.  This was some kind of beef terrine served in a broth.  It was good.


My pumpkin seed encrusted rotbarsch with parsley potatoes and tartar sauce.


Bill's pork cutlet with krauterbutter, vegetables and potato wedges.


The first of many beers.


Plum cake for dessert!


The local dark beer was a winner!

One thing I did that Bill didn't do (and regretted) was pack my own pillow.  I have found that in a lot of traditional hotels, pillows are small and in short supply.  I like a couple of pillows when I sleep.  It turned out to be a good thing I brought my pillow because both places we stayed only offered one wimpy pillow per customer.

Also, I made a new discovery when I spotted this on the nightstand...


Just so you know... this is used to repel insects...  Plug it in and supposedly it keeps the beasties away.


At first, I wondered if it was a thin piece of chocolate.  Nope.

Bugs weren't a huge problem in our room, but we did end up plugging that thing in on the second night after Bill left the balcony door open awhile.  It did seem to help and didn't smell bad.

The bed was comfortable, aside from not having enough pillows, and the shower was surprisingly good.  It was a rainfall shower and was just heavenly.  The bathroom was the old style WC in a separate room and there was a hokey fake rock sticker on the cabinet.  But the shower made up for the room being a bit dated.  It was pretty awesome.

On to part 3.

2 comments:

  1. I so want to travel to Austria - particularly to the Tyrolean region.

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    1. We did visit the Tyrol region. Franking is not in that part of Austria, though.

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