It is half past eight on a beautiful Sunday morning and Cafe Diglas (which has been recommended to me for its delicious Kaiserschmarn) is still closed, hence we end up at Cafe Prueckel. We don't expect to meet any real Viennese so early in the morning but we are clearly wrong. There's an old lady sitting at the window already and we can see she has already hoarded ten newspapers for the day. Next to us we find a group of elderly men playing cards. Shortly after, a young student enters with her laptop and sits down in a quiet corner to start writing.
Neither the coffee nor the bread are as good as in Cafe Central or Cafe Sperl, the highlight of our visit are the cards the old men play with: they seem to be supersized especially for those of poor eyesight, we have never before or after seen such cards.
Neither the coffee nor the bread are as good as in Cafe Central or Cafe Sperl, the highlight of our visit are the cards the old men play with: they seem to be supersized especially for those of poor eyesight, we have never before or after seen such cards.
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