Oh mystery, what could it be ?!
Yes, that's right! Depicted above, liver dumpling in veal broth! Among other offerings : Pumpkin soup, Bone marrow with garlic and homemade toasted dark bread, Half dozen snails with herb butter and josefine-bread, Ham of Venison with marinated chanterelles and young onion-vinaigrette, Carpaccio with homemade pesto and salad, Grilled escalopp of venison with chanterelles and potatoe noodles, Homemade venison sausage with roasted potatoes and sauerkraut, Pepperd sauerkraut with deer meat, sour cream and potatoes, Stuffed breast of duroc-pork with cabbage salad, Chopped calf's lights with heart and goulash sauce and dumpling, Cooked beef with potatoes and cabbage, Black pudding with roasted potatoes horseradish and cabbage salad, Potatoe roll stuffed with mushrooms and herbs with pumpkin ragout, Backhenderl vom Maishuhn mit Erdäpfelsalat, Zwiebelrostbraten von der Beiried mit Braterdäpfeln und Salzgurke, Faschiertes Kalbsbutterschitzerl mit Erdäpfelpürree, Geröstete Kalbsleber im Mayoransafterl mit Petersilieerdäpfeln, Geröstete Kalbsnierndl mit Petersilieerdäpfeln, Kalbshirn gebacken mit Erdäpfelsalat oder geröstet mit Ei & Erdäpfeln, Fiakergulasch mit Semmelknödel, Spiegelei, Würstl und Gurkerl, Schweinsbraten mit Knödel und Sauerkraut, Saibling im Ganzen von Gut Dornau mit Petersilieerdäpfeln, Spinat mit Spiegelei un Rösterdäpfeln or else 1 Stück Gebäck.
And for desert, a choice of Plum dumplings with buttered breadcrumbs, Chestnut cream with whipped cream and vanilla ice, Bohemian style fritters with homemade plum jam and sour cream or Strudel of grapes with sabayon.
Vienese sky, during this very warm and bright September ending.
Also Vienese gentleman, reading.
Beef tartare, and snails. Also tits al'mare, and whorefingers.
Schnitzel, black pudding, goulash &c as well. In altri roli : Vienese draft beer (but we repeat ourselves).
And potatoi salad.
Alternative barecunt slut styles under consideration.
Above : alabaster tits in stone carving.
Below : ordering coffee is a complex choice here.ii
Above : either the slut zone is starting or ending, but in any case, a snickering guy will observe your well rounded calves while you curtsy.
I must say at this juncture these appear inexplcably clean.
The slut / Chemistry student we were with explained that one day two girls kissed in that coffee house, and the waiter came over to ask them to leave because "they're bothering the other customers", so then the entire lesbian population of the town came over to kiss in there in a brave display of mononucleosis. I had my captive lesbians pay homage to the tradition on the... spur of the moment (a purely phallic concept of the patriarchy, note).
They only provide fantasy-world legal experience!
Which brings us to SMart cafe. "Which one of you found this ?" "We both did" "Independently!". Ca-n basme, adica viata.
The menu thinks it wants to be clever ; I have little doubt it was the handiwork of this marginally creepy aging gentleman who approached our table well sauced and told us a number of insinuating nothings in passible English ; he's basically nudge nudge wink wink an' a blind bat personified in sporting sport jacket an' metaphorical liederhosen.
The magazine however, notwithstanding a 2018 publication date, is so radically 1970s inside you couldn't believe (or imagine, unless you were here back there).
Oh, right, I forgot to mention -- public nudity's A-ok in Austria, along with other things.
Apparently the spikes really hurt ; though I didn't bother with heating them first for this application.
While the place is evidently and necessarily (given their utterly untenable philosophical choices of late) decaying down the socialist chute into sadness, a slide unmistakable and manifest in many countless little details -- chiefly observable and foremostly expressed as the simple, quite directly transparent fact that nobody has any money nor can afford anything, using credit cards as a hiding barrier of supposed nacht & nabel to (in their own mind) hide this sad situation "from anyone" -- nevertheless many niceties of the original underlying civilisation survive -- for instance the capacity of a dozen or two random people gathered together to quietly contemplate each other's sadness, who nevertheless, when surprised with unexpected abundance formerly unthinkable readily, noiselessly and quite smoothly manage to observe, to enjoy vicariously without getting in the way of their betters' better things. It's an immensely important leftover, even if it's but a crum, a mere remnant of previous greatness. I don't think my nightlife enjoyed such effectually compliant and artistically unobtrusive background at any prior point as it did last night in Vienna.
Then again who knows, maybe the Vienese yet recover. God knows the Habsburgs mismanaged their finances for them throughout their tenure, century after century. It is... possible, I guess, which'd be a lot more than nothing.
Butt moving on : remarkably rare corner balcony down the middle of the facade ; as well as the explanation to the incredible aspect of all this real estate : maintenance! Romanians wouldn't understand.
And in closing, mr Coffee Beaneyes that are really chocolate wishes you a wafer good time!
- Fucking hysterical, this alternative spelling involving toes.
Would you like to eat them ? [↩]
- The liquid results of the choosing were pretty good ; the solid however utterly terrible -- they brought me this alledged strudel that was indistinguishable from factory communal dining facitlities fare in industrial towns of 1980s Romania. Just, vague mush with thickener, reheated on the microwave, unfit for animal feed even. [↩]