Mutzenbacher serves Austrian specialities in a deliberately rustic, tongue-in-cheek room on a Friedrichshain side street.
The name alone is Viennese self-irony, and the setting holds: disco-ball boar heads and alpine kitsch, red-and-white checkered tablecloths. Lots of wood, plus the smell of schnitzel from the kitchen. A mock-Alm room you only build if you know Vienna. The menu runs from Leberkäs-roll snacks to the full Wiener canon. Signature is the Wiener Schnitzel — genre twist: same breading on thick celeriac slices for the vegetarian side. Potato or cucumber salad, then Kaiserschmarrn. Vienna with a crooked smile on a Friedrichshain corner.
