Pros: Ski, party, repeat!
Cons: I can't drive there from here.
All right, I wrote the copy for the description above, but didn't get around to rating the place when I added St Anton to Epicski's data base, so I'm reclaiming my original text and adding a few recollections:
The draw: some of the best frontside / sidecountry terrain in all of Austria, amazing Alpine vistas, and a reputation for the best Apres-Ski scene in the Alps. Expect lots of Scandinavians on booze-tax holidays, Aussies on "Summer" vacation working the lifts, and plenty of small-scale, locally-owned Austrian Gasthöfe (family operated hotels) as an alternative to the large resort hotels that have come to dominate ski "villages" in North American and Europe alike.
It’s tough to get around St. Anton if you only speak German though: Aussie is spoken here. If you can't understand 'em mate, get a Norwegian to translate.
It's unfortunately been 19 years since I was last in St. Anton, but it was one of the best experiences of my career both as a skier AND as a college exchange student in Europe, and which is no small feat, since I was at the absolute zenith of my powers both as a crazy & partier back in 1992.
I've heard they've managed to reduce the absurd number of surface lifts since the early 90s, for which skiers nursing massive hangovers from a late night Jaeger shots at the Crazy Kangaroo bar are no doubt exceedingly grateful. There is some great inbounds terrain up off Valfagehr, Valluga & the Schindler Spitze, and even more "EX" rated terrain over on the West side of the mountain towards Lech & Oberlech. God also blessed St. Anton with fantastic sidecountry routes that allow you to step through the gate and ski amazing couloirs & ravines that wrap you right back around to lift service at lower elevations with little to no hiking.
As if that weren't enough, there's the evening ritual of "bowling for Vikings" on the often-icy 300 meter pitch beneath the Crazy Kangaroo. St. Anton's Scandinavian guests tend to stop skiing around lunchtime, and drink 'till they can no longer hold a glass, at which time they deem it wise to strap boards to their feet and take the icy plunge through a sea of flailing compatriots to the quaint Alpine village bellow.
This sort of complimentary entertainment is what European travel agencies refer to as "animation:" authentic Nordic style in the high Alpine.
I would embellish with even more graphic details, but I'm afraid I lost the brain cells responsible for the detailed memories of daytime skiing, and I don't think either my wife or the young lady who accompanied me on that trip would appreciate me publishing my nocturnal recollections here.
Bottom line: put this one on your bucket list, even if you're old & married!