The oldest café on the Ringstrasse. Spent three hours here, alone, without laptop(!), simply soaking up the atmosphere.
After a terrific meal of wienerschnitzel and potatoes, I savored a traditional Melange with apfelstrüdel. Other than a table of old Austrian ladies in the opposite corner, and the occasional visit by a black-tied, exceedingly polite waiter, I was the only one in the room. I was about to leave — as I normally would after finishing a meal — but the sky suddenly opened up a torrential downpour. "Hmm," I thought, "I guess I can have another drink." Ordered an Irish coffee. An American family came in from the famous opera house across the street and I listened to them discuss the performance, pretending I was a local taking in some English practice. The rain stopped. I sauntered out, completely content with my first Viennese café experience.