Emeline V.
Yelp
It was obvious that I should go in a proper Viennese Coffeehouse during my short little Vienna trip. I didn't dare go to Demel which seemed too fancy, so after 45 minutes of running in circles I finally found Diglas.
Against all odds, there were seats left! But, tragically, none of the 2 things I wanted to try were on the menu (Dobostorte and a Kaisermelange). I found the coffee selection a bit slim, which was surprising.. Since I wasn't sure how much strong Viennese coffee I could ingest, I settled for a Maria Theresia coffee. But what about cake? They have a lovely selection, but all the delightful cakes are nameless and priceless! Arg!
The employee didn't look too thrilled to inform me of all the flavours, and the place was pretty loud, so I could only make out some words.. Strawberry? Joghurt? Bah, I went all touristy and ordered a Sachertorte. A couple of minutes later comes my order, and surprise!! the coffee is to be assembled! You get the coffee, the apricot liqueur, a couple of sugars, and a glass of water (which I assume is to "verlängern" your coffee)..Now if you come from North America, you might be familiar with the Starbucks sizes, so when the menu said a "big" moka, I envisioned a cup you hold with both hands. This is American small-to-medium-sized. So basically I'm paying 3 euros for coffee, 4 euros for the liqueur, some cents for the sugar, in total 8,50 euros! Being a massive cheap-skate, I immediately thought "This is it, I'm drinking alll of that booze, at that price". I thought of taking the mini-bottle with me, but refrained, because I didn't want to be chased down the street by an angry Kellner and what about the PFAANNNDD! Favourite word of the German-speaking world.
I poured a bit of alcohol in the coffee. Can't taste a thing. I poured some more. Still can't taste it. Pour, pour, pour. But then I thought, my sachertorte has an apricot filling, and it is a bit too dry (wouldn't recommend), so hey! Poured some more on the cake. A quarter of the little bottle sweetened my beverage nicely, and the cake was much improved. By half of the bottle, my hands are quivering. I paid for it, I'mmona drink it! I tried to pace myself, ate some fruit ('cause it's healthy you know), drank some of the water, proving myself to be a total tourist and coffee neophyte.. Nope, strong stuff for a non-drinker!
So I left the remaining quarter of booze, none of the cake, and a bit of dignity in this lovely coffeehouse, for about 14 euros. Boy was everything funny today around Stephansplatz..