A cook who went to Vienna to get it right
Ludwig von Schnitzel arrived in Vienna with a good appetite and a bad cutlet. He left six winters later knowing why the crust should ripple, why the pan should never rest, and why a lemon is not optional.
- Year one: the Naschmarkt
Herr Kastner, the butcher, made him cut pork for months before he was allowed to cook it. Lesson: choose the loin, cut across the grain, and never hurry a knife.
- Year two: the Gasthaus kitchen
Frau Brandstätter ran a back-street Gasthaus in Neubau. She handed him a mallet and said the cutlet should be thin enough to read a menu through. He flattened forty before she nodded.
- Year three: the crust that puffs
His breading stuck like plaster. Frau Brandstätter taught him the trick: don't press the crumbs on, and keep the pan moving so the fat washes over the top. The crust lifts away from the meat, in waves.
- Years four and five: fat and fire
Clarified butter or lard, hot enough to hiss but never smoke. Ludwig burnt a great many dinners learning the difference.
- Year six: the plate
A wedge of lemon, parsley potatoes, a spoon of lingonberry. No sauce. Nothing to hide behind.