Lermoos, the cutest little Austrian ski village, nestled in the Alps, just south of the border with Germany. We found ourselves here by accident after our morning hike, when the original place we had scouted for lunch in a different town was closed. We drove in search of another place until we ended up here, and then we walked in search of food until we found a sidewalk pub serving traditional Tirolese cuisine. So for me, that meant potatoes. Lots of delicious potatoes.
The town was quiet for us, as it was the off-season for skiing, but I imagine it must be quite lively in the deep winter. Lively and cozy. Covered in snow.