We read the dining car was closed so we bought a pizza at the station.
Traditional Italian pizzas are thin and they don’t have a lot of sauce (or cheese or anything else), so that’s not as big as it looks. It should last us until Munich though.
We’re snug in our own compartment until someone with a reservation is due to join us.
The dining car does sell red wine, if one is willing to drink it out of the bottle (spoiler alert: we are!).