Fürstenfeldbruck, where I was born when bushy beards and flouncy flares were in fashion all at the same time, has its small town charms, but it’s definitely not a tourist town. There’s nothing to see. Except for this: Fürstenfeld Abbey.
The story, served up in twitterian brevity: In 1256, some Bavarian Duke executed his wife for adultery. Then it turned out she didn’t do it. Oooops. Too late to fix it with flowers, so he built a massive monastery instead.
Usually, the portals to the Abbey’s church are shut, or they only let you in as far as the iron-wrought interior gates, but, much to my delight, this time, the church was open to all. As you’ll see, it’s really quite… overwhelming. There’s not a square inch that hasn’t got stucco/gold leaf/a fat angel clinging to it.
The BEST thing about this place, though, is the restaurant. The food is (and always has been) absolutely fabulous, and it’s very reasonably priced.
And this was my lunch:

Delicious veal rissoles smothered in pepper sauce with spätzle (tiny flour ‘dumplings’ that are kind of like pasta). It was really quite picante, and I loved every bite!

Zwetschgendatschi – very traditional and seasonal. The plums are quartered and arranged on a yeast dough base, which isn’t actually sweet, and which really brings out the flavour of the fruit.
If you’d like to see a handful of pictures of my birth town, click here. There’s ice cream! 😉
Ah, Simone, I think you should stop misleading your readers and just start your titles with ‘CAKE and (insert here object visited)’ 😀
Really pretty abbey in your home town. And cake and that pasta like thing looks delicious. Now of to enjoy some promised photos of ice cream 😉
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You’re right… it’s putting the cart before the horse, this!
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Man, I HATE IT when I mistakenly kill my wife for adultery! (At least you got a gorgeous church out of it!)
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I know. Next time, he’ll think twice before paying too much heed to a throw-away facebook comment.
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LOL
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Well, I suppose it made him feel better but wouldn’t have done a lot for her…..
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Nah,he didn’t give a toss about her… just wanted to appease the Big Guy and ensure his admission through the pearly gates.
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That church interior…wow!! (Overcompensate much, buddy??)
Loved the pics of your home town in the other post you linked to, and then the old shot of you and Martina in the OTHER post you linked to from the linked post. Are you confused yet? 🙂
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that just about sums it up… I never quite know where I am, or why.
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I hear you on that, sister.
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Gee…he really went all out! A gorgeus reminder that acting on first instincts is not always the best course of action.
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…unless, that is, it concerns the task of cake selection 😉
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That pipe organ is magnificent! I have a soft spot for them, even though I was afraid to try and learn how to play….And that pie 🙂
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Ha ha, I love that you were in that amazing abbey and just thinking about how good the cake was going to be 😉
I can’t wait until the Latvians build me an abbey 😉
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I have my priorities 😉
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I’m kind of glad you’re not coming to Riga – Anna and I would never get you away from the cake long enough to get to the beer 😉
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That would certainly be a hazard… we’d have to draw straws or something 😉
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I’d rig it 😉 Or Anna would kill you!
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A mind-boggling interior and a cake sculptured by Sir Edwin Landseer (well, it does look a bit like a lion…).
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I’m kind of curious as to what she had to say about it when he eventually arrived at the Pearly Gates. I’m guessing she wasn’t overly happy … in spite of the overcompensation in the church 😉
Now … let’s eat cake. I haven’t had cake in ages!!
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I hope she gave him a bloody good hiding…!
How long have you gone without cake? More than two days…? I dread to think…!
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umm – it was June 😦
I’m due.
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I went from post to post and wonder if Martina did rat you out about your haus-keeping to your mum. I can imagine carrying a grudge for 37 years about a sacrificed ice cream cone …. it seems I have a few similar grudges myself – but with senility approaching I’m starting to forget.
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If she did, my mum didn’t mention it 😉
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The Baroque architecture in Germany is like no other, and such a stark contrast to presumed German restraint in all things, especially on the personal front.
The lunch looks right up my alley, even the cake!
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Restraint…? NOT when it comes to food, I assure you;-)
I thought you’d appreciate those rissoles, even though they are not pork.
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The big church in my neighborhood does not serve cake (or even pie). This Furstenfeld Abbey seems like a mythical, wondrous, and delicious place.
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There’s also a museum, but I’ve never been in it… and a shop, of course.
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Wow! What an amazing church! And such lovely pictures! I guess that duke felt MIGHTY guilty after killing his wife in error.
And I love the fact that there’s a restaurant in there. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a church with such amenities. And the food looks really good.
Saludos,
Kim G
Boston, MA
Where we have some nice churches, but nothing NEARLY that ornate.
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As a monastery, it’s quite sizeable complex, the church is only a small part. Oh, but the food…!
Delighted to see you blogging again 🙂
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Thank you!!! I need to remind myself (in blogging as well as in everything) that the perfect is the enemy of the good. I have a very hard time putting up short, quick blog posts, so they become this big effort which then can get put off. Saludos!
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I totally get that. I’ve been meaning to write a few that aren’t photo-centric, but they got put off for the same reason. After posting all of Bavaria, I’m running low on pictures, so I’m gonna have to come up with a post or two of the verbose kind 😉
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LOL… I’ve actually found that if I want to write something, it’s far better to just write it on a word processor rather than be distracted by WordPress’s interface and the temptation to build the post around pictures. Once I start looking for and inserting photos, I totally lose the plot of what I was trying to write.
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Everyone has their pet methods 😉
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In my case, it’s a “cat” method. But others find that dogs work better for them. Whatever…
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I’m just glad I called it method, not style…
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The Abbey is so ornate I think I need to go and have a lie-down after just looking at it.
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You’ll be staring up at your own white ceiling in disappointment 😉
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After a while, perhaps. But at first it’ll be relief! 🙂
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Ooh, that is gorgeous! I wonder why they don’t usually let you in?
That food looks delicious. The cake obviously does, but your main meal looks pretty amazing too!
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Security, I think. People have started stealing stuff.
The food was perfect 🙂 In Switzerland, it would have cost double, at least!
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Wow, this really isn’t far away from me in Munich, and I had no idea it existed! It looks wonderful!
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Hello there! It’s about 25 mins from the Hauptbahnhof on the S4 (east-bound), and you can easily walk to the Kloster from the station, it takes about 15 mins. Maybe if you get bored one weekend…
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East bound?! I mean S4 west-bound, duh!
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