As a prologue, Lonely Planet's Vienna guide turned out to be an excellent resource for our eating tastes and needs, altho far less so for cultural touring. (For that turn to the DK Vienna guide. I'm not usually fond of these glitzy showpieces--and their eating recommendations are usually 20 years out-of-date--but the Viennese version was eminently practical and enlightening, one of the best city guides we've ever used for cultural/historical sights.)
Anyway, in keeping with the guidebook motif, I'll break this down into categories:
Cafes: We hit many of the usual suspects (Central, Landtmann, Tirolerhof, Museum, etc.) with no disappointments, altho we were surprised by the high quality of the museum cafes, in particular, the one in the Kunsthistorische and certainly the
Freud Cafe, adjacent altho not connected to its eponymous museum. This latter cafe had one of the cozier ambiences that we encountered in the city (almost like a Fench tea salon) and an Einspaenner with perhaps the thickest schlag in the city.
Wine Bars/Buffets: Wine bars are always good light alternatives for those with less tolerance for successive rich, dumpling-hearty meals. We found good examples (one or two glasses of wine, antipasti/salami/cheese plates) at
Julius Meinl's Wine Bar (Graben 9) and one of the many
Wein & Co's scattered about town. Incidentally, we took beer with most of our meals--you could hardly go wrong there--but when we ordered wine we found the recommended local pinot noirs to have a high quality/value ratio. Highly recommended for light lunch/snacking--with its unique array of open faced-finger sandwichs and REALLY small beers is
Trzesniewski (Dorotheergasse 1). Believe me, you'll find nothing close to this place in Chicago. (Zum Schwarzen Kameel is the high-end version, but we never made it there.)
Beisln: The best of the lot for us were
Beim Czaak (Postgasse 15--do all Viennese demand their liver cooked through? because my requests for rare were routinely ignored, altho here the rich, fruity sauce made up for the meat's dryness; the stuffed wiener schnitzel was also a favorite);
Augustinerkeller (Augustinerstrasse 1--if you like your pork shanks with plenty of crackle you won't be disappointed here), and our favorite,
Wickerl Gasthaus (Porzellangasse 24a). It's difficult to make recommendations for the latter, since we ordered almost exclusively from the specialties, which change daily, but the most memorable dishes were the Wildschweinfleisch (several versions), and some wonderfully tender veal medallions (rare!), all swimming in rich mushroom sauces. A friendly neighborhood restaurant the likes of which we'd very much like to have in our own neighborhood.
Restaurants: Also in Alsergrund was our favorite,
Stomach (Seegasse 26). It was as warm and welcoming as Wickerl, with a memorable wild garlic cream soup, a wonderful mussel ravioli in lobster sauce, lambchops (rare!) simmered in a wild garlic sauce, and a topfelknodel, whose lightness makes the translation of "apple dumpling" a misnomer. Our special occasion restaurant was
Oesterreicher im Mak and it started out well enough with a tasty parsley root soup (sprinkled generously with trout caviar) and their duck breast/pate melange. I ordered my Tafelspitz (which I enjoyed immensely) from the traditional menu and my wife ordered her pork tenderloin from the nontraditional side (altho it turned out to be a pretty traditional schnitzel); at that point we were, along with several other tables nearby, abandoned. Completely and utterly. As if we (or the staff) had been struck by that plague that occasionally visits Vienna. We eventually managed to round up a check and depart, sans coffee, sans dessert, sans digestif, and sans any auf wiedersehens from anyone, which is prophetic since we are unlikely to return. We found solace, tho, back at Wickerl with several welcoming grappas and nussschnaps.
But, in general, for us a wonderful culinary adventure, experiencing a cuisine which used to be very common in Chicago, but in passing years, has been more and more difficult to find.
P.S.: Naschtmarkt: Many stalls were still closed on the cold, windy, early Monday morning we attended, but we recommend a stop at Gegenbau, where the artisanal oils are EV and the vinegars come in many ages and flavors. We walked away with a 10-year-old balsamic with a remarkable woody flavor and one that, hopefully, (considering its price) will last us into the next decade.
"The fork with two prongs is in use in northern Europe. In England, they’re armed with a steel trident, a fork with three prongs. In France we have a fork with four prongs; it’s the height of civilization." Eugene Briffault (1846)