Wiener adventures. First of all, don’t forget your mittens, and hat… it’s basically freezing. Well, literally, but it is a pinch too much to aimlessly wander in comfort. YIKES. I never realized really how far east it is. So for a 3 day / 2 night trip in Vienna, I got my fair share of sugary snacks and delicious beverages: their specialty.
Upon arrival at the Vienna International Airport, we hailed a taxi to go directly to our hotel (35€), but after later speculation we realized we could have taking a train/tram from the airport straight downtown for 10euro (remember for next time! It’s called the CAT). So we then disembarked directly to the recommended 1516 Brewing Company for a bite to eat and a refreshing local beer (the potatoes smothered in cheddar cheese was definitely hit my soft spot…) We then wandered aimlessly around City Park and Stephansplatz staring hopelessly at all the window displays filled with sweets. Since it was freezing, it was a good excuse to pop in different shops and taste things! For dinner, we ate at a restaurant my Viennese pal had suggested: Rebhühn. This little hole in the wall place in Western Vienna offered traditional meals in a cute Austrian setting. It was thus time for our Wiener Schnitzel experience. However, when you go, try not to chow down on the salad and potatoes before the Wiener Schnitzel arrived, as then I had no condiments for my Wiener Schnitzel! I felt silly. And as it is the city of music, of course any place you go has the peaceful classical music playing in the background.
Day two we decided to start out with Prater, the oldest amusement park in Europe to take a spin on the Riesenrad (8,50€/person). While going around this vintage-style-with-cabins ferris wheel you get a view of all of Vienna, so hope for some sunshine! We then popped in the U-bahn (1,60€/ride, but you can get a 24-hour-pass for 5,70€) down to the Museumsquartier. The MQ reminded me sort of the Centre 104 in Paris, but more touristy (filled with Art Ateliers, museums, cafés and of course, the Photobooth). We had a light brunch snack in Café Leopold (great deco!), attached to the Leopold Museum as I proceeded to insist on finding one of the two old fashioned Photobooths in Vienna. Right behind the MQ is the equivalent to the Marais of Paris, smaller streets filled with trendy shops and cafés.
We wandered down to Zollergasse and Café Europa for a Rotwein Gespritzt (red wine mixed with sparkling water). The buildlings in this area seemed particularly colorful at this time, with different buildings in different shades of pastel colors- quite the change from Paris! Afterwards we wandered back up towards Stephanplatz to go to the infamous Altmann & Kühne for chocolate and marzipan souvenirs. I had received a small pack from my Viennese friend when she was last home, and I was obsessed with the style from then on, so going in the actual store was a little piece of heaven. All the marzipans were brightly colored and put into the most beautifully decorated boxes of all different shapes and sizes. The marzipan set I bought will soon be devoured… We then wandered past beautiful monuments to the Teinfaltstrasse where the Kaufhaus Schiepek is located, filled with beads, jewelry and all sorts of kitsch goodies. On our way back to the metro we stumbled upon Café Central, where we enjoyed a glass of Zweigelt red wine to the background music of a local pianist (photo with the domed cielings). For dinner that night we went to the what-used-to-be-called Immervoll, now called Gasthaus Pöschl. This restaurant was traditional with an international twist, and was honestly delicious and had big portions!
Day three we had a few hours before our afternoon flight back to Paris. We hopped on the metro to head down to Schönbrunn Palace. Then we popped back up to the North Eastern part of the 1st district to see the Hundertwasserhaus and to have a pint of Ottakringer local beer before our departure.
From there our adventure in Vienna came to a halt.
Until next time, Wien, when it’s not freezing outside. I’ll miss your sweets…especially from Aida.
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