Tewa – Naschmarkt – Vienna, Austria

Te Wa Sign

Situated smack dab in the center of Vienna’s Naschmarkt, Tewa feels suspiciously like it’s on a tourist clogged street in Mykonos.  Well, Mykonos or somewhere that organic, freshly prepared, Mediterranean food really thrives.

Te Wa BeerAs luck has it, Tewa is located in Vienna and only about a 4 hour drive from my garage.  The trip is worth every last mile.

I’ve already told you about the Naschmarkt, and Tewa is just another addition to the patina of flavors and sensory overload that the market offers.  As far as I can tell (I can’t translate the web site because it’s all in Flash), the philosophy of the restaurant is to offer organic, Mediterranean food.  I think it all may have been vegetarian, as well – but can’t recall.  There are lots of teas on the menu and some very fru-fru items but what I ordered was delicious and avoided high falutin’ pretense.

Mrs. NH and I both ordered the “Tewa’s Special with Falafel.”  It consisted of a tomato-eggplant sauce/salad, humus, Te Wa Falafelolives pita bread and freshly cooked falafel.  The flavors contrasted and meshed with each move of the tongue and were bright, full and light.  I enjoyed mine with a couple of beers and Mrs. NH enjoyed the Austrian/Italian “Spriz’s,” a craze she’s been riding lately.  It was a great lunch and it was difficult not to plan our next trip to Greece as we ate.

The surroundings add to the experience as well.  It’s situated in the middle of the market and stylish euros slithered in like well-dressed iguanas looking for a spot it the sun.  On this particular fall weekend, it was there and they lapped it up – big sunglasses, designer jeans and all.  Did I mention the people watching is almost as good as the food?

Te Wa CrowdTewa strikes the right notes on all levels.  The menu was good but focused (they had a tasty looking breakfast special offered as well but we had lunch) and the service was decent for a restaurant that was full to the gills.

We’ll be back; I just have to get bigger sun glasses.

Naschmarkt – Vienna, Austria

Naschmarkt Fresh Vegetables

If there’s a place all epicureans should visit before they die, it’s Vienna’s Naschmarkt.  Mrs. NH and I trekked there this past weekend and were blown away by the sheer variety of food on display and for sale.  The market itself is located in the southwest quadrant of the city just outside the middle ring.  It has a pretty rich history, almost as rich and varied as the amount of food that it contains.

We spent at least five hours there on Saturday.  We couldn’t help ogling the fresh exotic vegetables, meats, spices and dried goods of all shapes and sizes.  Granted, we live in Prague where it takes a good deal of searching to dig up anywhere near the diversity of product – not to mention freshness.  However, the vegetables on display at the Naschmarkt look as if they were picked seconds before being put on sale.  The fresh seafood offering there looks as good as any I’ve seen in coastal towns and the variety of cheeses, olives and wine is enough to make all but the most jaded Italian blush.

Now, let’s talk about the pasta.  You may remember that I lamented not having fresh pasta available at the Little Italy Deli down the street from my house in Prague.  Well, there is no such problem here.  There is arugula ravioli, truffle ravioli, fresh tagliatelli, parpadelle, and all other sort of vowel ending pasta that you can imagine.  I’ll admit, for a minute I considered how long the commute would be from here to my Prague office.

Before we drove to Vienna, we were aware of the bounty that awaited us at the Naschmarkt and we arrived with a cooler and made plans with the hotel in advance to reserve a little fridge room.  Beware: the market isn’t open on Sunday so, you’ll need to do all of your shopping on Saturday.  And shop we did:  30 falafels, assorted olives (including pistachio stuffed), gourds, wine, cheese, more Italian olives, pumpkin seed oil, and plenty of drooling over the fresh produce.

Finally, there was a peculiarly Austrian aspect to the market.  About halfway through one of the rows of goodies stood a fellow in a dark suit over barrels of pickles in brine and sauerkraut.  In the 2-3 minutes I watched him, I saw him dig a gigantic wooden spoon in the kraut and offer tastes to passers-by.  Wow.  You don’t see that at Dean and DeLuca.

To me, the market is the highest form of capitalism.  It is all quality product.  Some of it is mass-produced and some of it is real hand-crafted artisan fare.  Still, in this market, there is only the best and quality mass-produced sits happily beside small-batch.  He who ends up winning here is the consumer.  The sheer experience of the market is worth the visit – even all the way from the Czech Republic.