France is famous for — among many other things, a Frenchman would argue — its pastries. And with good reason: to me, a pain au raisin by itself is a valid reason to live in France, and I’ve spent many months, if not years, discovering different pastries since I’ve come to live here. I could easily buy pastries in a different bakery every week without ever needing to regress into repetition, and many pâtisseries are worth a visit by their beautiful interiors that don’t seem to have changed in centuries.
Having said that… a change of scenery can be refreshing.
And so it came as a tiny, unexpected surprise to find this Austrian tea and lunchroom. As the season for apfelstrüdels has officially opened, what better to imagine you’ve left on the Orient Express and landed in the wonderful, Wes Anderson-like world of central Europe? Because that is what it felt like when I sat down for a coffee and apple pie.
In front of me I observed a young man with a hat, and soon after that, the quirkiest old lady came to sit down next to me, eager to have a chat. With her bright, traffic-light red hair, purple coat, green and gold eye-shadow, she remained utterly chique and like a young girl at the time. A regular client, it turned out, because here they are sympa.
The bakery indeed has this old charm, too stubborn to conform to modern taste, and that’s exactly what is refreshing about it.