When I go skiing or hiking in Austria (something I try to do almost every weekend actually), I look forward to a sweet treat at the end of the trail. If Germknödel is on the menu, I'm likely to choose it over anything else. And I usually don't have any problem finding a friend who is willing to share (a good idea, because the dumplings are often the size of a grapefruit and thus an entire meal in and of themselves. In fact, most people do order Germknödel as a meal - albeit a decadent, sweet meal - as opposed to a dessert following a main dish).
Germknödel is particularly popular amongst skiers. It's the perfect midday lunch, to be consumed at a picnic table overlooking a blue and white vista of mountain peaks as far as the eye can see... Many of my friends here associate Germknödel almost entirely with their childhood ski vacations. It brings back memories of the fun of flying down pristine white slopes, and of mom and dad letting them skip the nutritious lunch options and instead go straight to the dessert menu and order something decadent, and delicious, and special... because you can't get it at home. Germknödel is only for the mountains.