Just a moment of silence, if you will. Can you hear it? That steady, rhythmic tapping? That’s our tap. It drips – much to the plumber’s dismay. We’ve come to think of it as the heartbeat of our historic house. A quiet echo of “daz padhaus an dem Griezze”, first recorded in the chronicles of 1374. From the late Middle Ages, the spring waters of Mount Plose flowed through these walls, serving the people of Brixen – until 1940.
Had we not been a little bold, there would be nothing here today. Or perhaps just another hotel steeped in carved Alpine nostalgia. Instead, we chose to build. With clay bricks, copper, ribbed glass, black metal. For guests like you. Take a seat. For your journey through time, we’ll bring a fine coffee stout – and a dash of anticipation for your day at Badhaus.