Here’s that pic I promised you
Now, mind you that I’d slept less than two hours for the past 36 hours, so I was desperate for some legal stimulants.
So, we immediately hopped one of their super reliable – and legit adorbs – trolleys heading to the city center and searched for some coffee.
To wit, we tried to hit up a classic Viennese cafe, but they were all closed where we were, or the lines were super long.
Her: Look, there’s a McDonalds.
Me: I don’t want our first cup of coffee in Vienna to come from a MickyD’s.
Her: We just need caffeine. You definitely do.
Me: (sighing) Fair. OK.
So, we did just that. Gotta say, it was the nicest McD coffee experience I’ve ever had.
Real glasses, plates, and tableware.
She was right, that coffee really woke up me up, so we headed off to the Christmas Market at the City Hall.
I’d gone to several in Nuremburg and Cologne in my past life, but this was her first.
If you’ve never been to a German/Austrian/Swiss Christmas Market in your life, it’s worth the trip to do it. They’re really awesome.
There are all these cute little stands selling whatnot…
…but for my money, the Glühwein – which is mulled wine – and the accompanying mugs are the best things about the market.
For one, they smell amazeballs. Plus, when you get one, it warms you up and tastes as good as it smells.
When you buy one, they also take money for the mug, which you can keep or return to get back the money you spent.
So, the very first thing we did upon arriving at the market was to buy some glühwein and some food – bratwursts, of course.
Her: We’re in Vienna! Can you believe it?
Me: Crazy, right?
She wanted ketchup on it, but I held my nose and ate it nevertheless.
It was still a treat enjoying it, albeit not exactly like the locals would.
The lines were pretty long for all the good stuff.
There’s a pretty famous restaurant by the city hall called the Wiener Rathauskeller but it was closed when we were there.
Unfortunately, we didn’t last too much longer as our jet lag got the better of us, and we headed back to her friend’s pad to crash.
I’ll tell you more in the next entry.
Years ago, I told you that my buddy Tiffany sent me a mug alla way from Germany.
Told you that I’d take a pic of that mug and never did.
It’s 15 years late, but here it is:
Location: a BJJ gym in the UWS, watching the boy tackle another boy and feeling oh-so-proud
Mood: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Music: It’s alright, you can afford to lose a day or two (Spotify)
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