austrian apple strudel.


While in Vienna searching for breakfast, Melissa and I stumbled upon the cutest family-run cafe.



I loved that they served coffee in dainty china and that you could taste the butter in the flaky pastry. I loved that the family lived upstairs, and that the woman baked, the son waited tables, and the man sat in a back booth twirling his mustache and reading the newspaper. This place was the real deal.