Saturday morning café life in Vienna

Spent a chunk of my Saturday morning, as usual, doing work reading in a café. This is Café Sperl, once favoured by a young, starving artist who went on to start a world war (little guy, funny moustache, raving mad). It’s been around for 127 years now. Lots of older regulars, many with dogs, many smoking. Great, high ceilings. Waitresses that look and act like they came with the original furnishings. Of course, they smoke too. A pool table covered with a wide selection of newspapers, including a few in English. Something I haven’t seen here too often.

My melangé (sort of a cappuccino) arrives on a small silver tray, three sugar cubes in tiny bowl, and a tiny glass of water on the side. In Myanmar, coffee arrives with a tiny glass of tea on the side.

Lovely atmosphere, and for the price of a single coffee, you’re left alone for hours. And...no tourists! This place is off the beaten track, but only a block from Naschmarkt, and quite close to my place.