Innsbruck was a mecca of food. Partly because I was on assignment to try out different restaurants and taste a bunch of specialties, and partly because Innsbruck had SO many cute, trendy, savory restaurants and food markets -- I was in heaven.
Innsbruck ruined me a little bit. After drinks at the local hangout Café Moustache and having the soirée of our lives with new friends, I realized how much life a little, European, mountain ski town could have. It was just like Grenoble... but better. With so many boutiques and strudelcafés, coffeeshops and ethnic restaurants, it had the life and vibrancy of a big city while still maintaining the small-town feel. Not to over-do the comparisons, but it was quite nice in Innsbruck to be able to keep your head high looking at the mountains while walking without being afraid to step in dog poop.
Innsbruck was my first stay in a germanic-speaking country, and I had a blast. We were able to pick up some [basic] vocabulary, something that has really interested me lately (although I don't want to learn a new language until I feel 100% in french, but will I ever?). We squeezed ourselves right into the Austrian lifestyle with our German greetings and our love (if not obsession) with everything strudel. I even tried a (vegetarian) bratwurst topped with sauerkraut... figured it was a must-do in Austria. I probably could have done without that.
We also did some excursions: the 1964 and 1976 Olympics were held in Innsbruck, so the ski-jump is one of the main attractions in the city. Unfortunately, we missed the season by one day so had to admire it from the outside the metal fencing. We also took the funiculaire up to the top of Nordkette... on the one day where it was violently blizzarding. Needless to say we didn't get much of a view, but we did get caught in a snowstorm.