I’m never drawn to the proper side of life, I prefer the messy – yet something was drawing me into the sophisticated side of Vienna. The aroma of coffee and music of Mozart being played on the piano in the background must have put a spell on me. Or maybe it was the dour faced waiters dressed in their dark jackets and bow ties wielding little silver trays around silently that appealed to my controlling side. Or maybe it was feeling of time travel as walked through the door and was transported into 1950’s and 1960’s making me feel as if I had just entered a period piece movie and I was the star.
Whatever it was, I was hooked – hooked on the Coffee House culture of Vienna.
I decided to ignore most of the ultra popular coffee houses listed at the tourist board in exchange for some lesser-known ones recommended by friends. I was in Vienna for a week but managed to visit a coffee house a day.
Café Pruckel – I stopped here twice…definitely my favorite!
Café Ritter – amazing strudel!
Each café served coffee and food on dishes with their name on it. I became fascinated with where all of the namesake china came from! I loved simply analyzing the font they used on the dishes which seemed to mirror the décor and personality of the house.
Once you walk in you immediately feel it – there’s a hushed tone about coffee houses that reminded me of libraries. The moment I set foot inside I felt as if I needed to be on my best behavior else someone would come shush me or give me a disapproving glance. The décor is always what captured me – each coffee house was a little different and the décor showed its personality. Most of the houses I visited were old and classic with big upholstered booths that curved around corners like a snake slithering through a garden. And if you looked closely in a corner you’d find a rack of daily newspapers and current magazines to choose from. Many of the cafes offered musical entertainment in the afternoons or evenings. Providing an even more sophisticated feel as you sat and sipped coffee listening to a pianist play Mozart.
Each coffee house has a different historical culture to it. Some of the coffee houses were known to specifically be the place where writers, politicians, journalists, or artists hung out exclusively. Such as Café Central, which was known for writers using it as their office, sitting all day sipping coffee and working. I learned that some even took calls on the house phone at the cafe as editors/publishers knew they could reach them there. Ah – life before cell phones…
Modern day coffee houses are used much the same way, each offers a free wifi connection and you’ll see people sitting tapping away on their laptops for hours.
It appeared that the role of coffee house waiter was a very serious one. It was mainly men dressed in formal suits with bow ties. They weren’t very personable, but they got the job done. They served all of the drinks on a little individual silver tray which reminded me of my mother giving me a poptart on a metal tray when I was young!
Each coffee house had a menu of some sort and normally served snacks (sausages, in a variety of ways) or they would serve a full meal with wiener schnitzel and other main dishes. Some, like Café Demel, also specialized in desserts ranging from sachertortes, to strudels, to pancakes. Yes, I tried all of the desserts.
Ah – we can’t forget the coffee! Beautiful, aromatic, dark coffee.
Mokka: black coffee, mocha
Kleiner oder großer Brauner: coffee with milk
Melange: coffee with extra milk, usually steamed
Fiaker: mocha with rum or brandy, served in a glass
Einspänner: mocha with whipped cream, served in a glass
Kaffee Johann Strauß: large mocha with whipped cream and apricot
Wiener Eiskaffee: vanilla ice cream with cold mocha and whipped cream
Each cup was brought out on a silver tray, with glass of water, a spoon (normally placed on top of the glass), and a little chocolate. The coffees were small and strong, there were no American style refills.
From the elegant surroundings from days gone by to the proper way each coffee is delivered to your table, the coffee houses suspended me and held me in this elegant world of a time that seems to be disappearing. From the moment I opened the door, I felt like all of the hectic noise in my head slowed down to ‘waltz time’ and I could relax. This was the perfect kind of slow travel. Sit, relax, drink coffee, eat some sausage, listen to music, read, and repeat the next day – that’s how to visit Vienna.