There Is A Coffee Heaven, And They Call It Vienna
Who would of thought that a bag of questionable pellets, originally thought to be camel dung, could transform a city into a coffee culture hub? Neither did the Viennese, nor myself, until The Toronto Star let me in on the secret.
With over 300 coffee shops, Vienna has mastered the art of the bean (I’m wondering if the international baristas should choose this city to train as opposed to the preferred metropolises scattered across Italy?). The Viennese coffee culture is no recent development for it began long ago, a remnant of the unfruitful Turkish invasion of 1683.
I’m sure the Viennese don´t mind as, now, they get to pass the morning sipping melange (essentially a latte) or relax for an evening einspanner (vanilla ice cream with cold mocha and whip cream). There even exists a chart (oh, the internet!) that lists the varying velvety concoctions, so as not to seem uneducated.
And, as every coffee drinker knows, with the tasty-toasted-bitter-beverage comes sweets, like meringue-almond-ganache-buttercream-tarts called gerollte mandeltorte, just as an example.
I pinched myself a couple of times while reading the article, just to make sure. Then, my stomach just grumbled and I realized that dreams do come true. There is a place called where all coffee-drinkers can escape, and it is Vienna.
By Brit Weaver
About the Author
Toronto born and based, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and under-a-tree park-ist. She often finds herself meandering foreign cities looking for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a small bookstore to sift through. You can find her musing life on her personal blog, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.
Published on April 15, 2010