Forewarned is forearmed...

...it says on the back of the book.

"The Austrian needs lots of persuading to have his traditions tampered with in the name of modernisation and efficiency. He is attached to his sausage, his insipid beer, and the young white wine that tastes so remarkably like iron filings. He prefers the familiar, tried and tested to the novelty, the latter almost certainly being an attempt by persons unknown to make money at his expense."