While in search of vineyard interfaces in the heart of Europe, June Lee discovers the classic grapes and food that define Austria’s borders. It has been 100 years since World War 1 ended in 1919, and along with that the collapse of the Austro- Hungarian empire. I’m listening to a somewhat dry historical lecture at a picnic bench named Grenztisch – which literally means ‘table at the border’, built with one half in Austria, and the other half in Slovenia. There’s nothing dry about my options though, choosing between an Austrian Muskateller or Slovenian Welschriesling as my wine group takes in the stunning but once savage hills and valleys of both countries laid at our feet.