He could have been a ski jumper in better days. I can imagine him soaring airborne for a gravity defying seven seconds flying 190m plus at Kulm. But now Gudrun walks with a slight stoop and a curious limp no doubt from all those heavy landings.
He is nevertheless an imposing figure with magnetic blue eyes radiating sharp wit and sense of fun front of house. Diners are drawn like bees to his beautifully converted olive oil lager high above the Atlantic coast.
The Austrian’s crazy streak is generally absent in northern Teutonic folk and he is much more fun.