I am in Vienna. Coffee is not my thing. Merisi, my Austrian friend who writes a blog about coffee houses (amongst other things) in Vienna... So it makes sense, that the moment I arrived we went to Demel's, one of the oldest coffee houses in Vienna.
Well, dang. Let's just say the moment my foot entered Demel's I fell hard for coffee. And not just any coffee, because nobody makes coffee like what I have tasted in Vienna. Except for the coffee I had in China and another time in L.A with Diogenes!
After walking around the city for several hours that felt like ten minutes, I told Merisi that Vienna looked like a larger scale Prague. Without batting an eye Merisi said, "Your right, but don't write that on your blog."
At Demel's they had a large sculpture like meringue topping that looked like Marie's Antoinette's hair piece. Unreal, beautiful and puts a new spin on; "Let them eat cake."
Did you know that brioche, croissants, pain au chocolats, etc. etc. all things "Viennoiserie" are symbolic, ultra French symbolic, started in Vienna?
Oh France... Marie Antoinette and Viennoiserie... both had their start far from Paris. I won't mention the amazing Austrian wines. Gulp. I feel guilty even writing it, as if I am having a love affair. Oh la la. If there is a brocante in Vienna I am doomed.
As we walked past Demel's to Cafe Central thunder roared, cracked and my hair swirled high and about, instantly a song came to mind: "Brown paper packages tied up with string...".