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Writing, wine and great people – the 2014 Women’s Fiction Conference in Matera, Italy

Sitting on the patio of my hotel room in Matera, Italy this past weekend, the following notions filled my mind. The first was, “What a view, looks just like the Tower of Babel.” The second, “They’re all so friendly here.” And the third, “I got this.”

Print This Post A day after returning to Vienna, though the warm pleasant tingles of Monticello Vino Rosso have subsided, nothing will erode my now ironclad conviction that I am writer capable of controlling my own destiny.

Pure liberation.

Women's FIction Conference 2014, Matera, Italy

Women’s FIction Conference 2014, Matera, Italy

I’ve been writing stories since I could hold a pencil. The first real money I ever made came from mowing grass in 100 degree heat an entire summer long so I could purchase a typewriter so advanced, it could store an entire line of words and magically erase them all at the touch of a button.

So I wrote and after some time resisted the urge to erase all the lines. And keenly aware that to get from Once-Upon-A-Time to The-End, I’d have to be disciplined, so I was. And once I managed that, after saving money from years of working a non-writer’s job, I completed an MFA writing program to improve my craft. There I learned that to sell my book, I’d need an agent and to get an agent I’d need the perfect pitch. And even if I managed to successfully sell its irresistible traits in this speed dating equivalency game of the publishing industry, there were still no guarantees that my novel would ever glimpse the whites of a reader’s avid eyes.

Oh, and, don’t forget the eight percent. Yep. Eight percent is what I could expect to garner from each copy sold. So if a book cost about 10 USD, I could buy myself one packet of a Vienna McDonald’s ketchup for every sale.

Shocked? So was I.

Matera, Italy, view over the Sassi

Matera, Italy, view over the Sassi

Something seemed wrong in the world (besides the fact that I was eating at McDonald’s). Something needed to change. And thanks to the advent of digital media, it has.

And that’s why the Women’s Fiction Conference proved to be a wealth of indispensable information. Agents, publishers, and authors spent Wednesday to Sunday openly discussing everything related to writing, publishing and selling books. Topics included digital productions, promotion tips, translations, audiobooks, and more. Top selling indie authors like Bella Andre, Tina Folsom and Debra Holland graciously shared their personal self-publishing experiences. Meanwhile gurus like historical fiction writer, David Gaughran, offered one-on-one sessions to help writers interested in self-publishing. British agent, Andrew Lownie, and US St. Martin’s editor, Monique Patterson, sat down with writers to listen to pitches and share their views. Sessions like “United We Stand: Helping Each Other” and “Indie Unconference” provided writers with an extensive overview about the challenges and rewards that lie ahead for writers who self-publish.

Besides vino rosso, tiramisu (oh the things you discover about name origins), freshly brewed cappuccinos, enlightening after-hours discussions and funky silent street discos, what made Matera such a great conference, was the people. Attendees and speakers alike united in the common language of book lovers and storytellers to open up and cut through the current industry tower of babel to tell it like it is.

So I think I got this now. My future holds more than just a packet of ketchup.

Many thanks to Elizabeth Jennings for all her hard work in putting together a conference like none other of its kind in Europe, and to my former professor, Shelley Adina, for suggesting I attend.

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Brueghel's Tower of Babel. Vienna Museum of Art History

Brueghel’s Tower of Babel. Vienna Museum of Art History

The view from my hotel balcony in Matera, Italy

The view from my hotel balcony in Matera, Italy

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What Austria is still Missing (Thank goodness)

Fresh off the plane from your jaunt abroad, feet barely brushed the ground in the good old US of A and you feel it tingling up inside you – anticipation. First signs at  passport control – fellow countrymen patiently form a queue. Then the customs agent offers a “Welcome Back.” At baggage claim you stretch because the flight was long, and hey – no one is shoving you aside to grab their bags because everyone has plenty of space. Maybe someone even gives you a hand.

You’re jet-lagged but you don’t want to waste a single minute. You’ve got to do it all. Now. This very second.

A mere 24 hours after you bid the Old Country a sweet “Auf Wiedersehen” and you are moseying on out of the Arctic cooled all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant hauling a stomach that’s consumed twice its capacity in a regrettable stint of frenzied, “Gotta get my money’s worth.” You make your way to your monster-sized vehicle, parked in a space generous enough for two, then sink yourself into your Lazy-Boy recliner driver seat, and ease the automatic gear shift to drive position. Wide roads, no traffic and amiable drivers.

Finally.

You’re on your way.

And soon. Very soon, you’ll arrive at the most highly anticipated destination – the one place so sorely missed after one too many European encounters of a different kind. You don’t have to drive far. There’s plenty. One in every shopping center. And the time? The day? No worries. It’s open 24/7.

No high fructose corn syrup in these Krapfen

No high fructose corn syrup in these Krapfen

Well, hello again, airport-hanger-sized neighborhood grocery store! Have I missed you!

Have the carts expanded? Should I have brought a down jacket and mittens (in July?)?

In aisle one, the juice section, local high school student, Joe, stocks some shelves in his crisp corporate blue uniform with a spiffy white and red starched collar. His name tag inquires, “How can I help?” and Joe doesn’t disappoint. “Something I can help you with, Ma’am?”

Ma’am? Not miss, but ma’am? Seriously, Joe?

But you’ve elbowed your way through too many grocery stores abroad to be fooled by Joe’s overly enthusiastic willingness to please. He’s no different. Behind that pimpled-faced darling exterior is a cynic waiting to emerge, too young, wide-eyed and hormone stricken to realize that maybe the fun might already be over. For good. Come on, Joe, admit it. You were thinking: Gaping mouth, bulging eyes, this broad looks like she’s never seen a grocery store before. Why do all the crazies shop at midnight on my shift? There must be a better way to earn gas money. This must be what Dad meant when he said, ‘It’ll be good for you, son. Make you work harder in college.’

But who has time for Joe when there’s so many bright happy labels to ponder. Pulp. Extra pulp. Vitamin C fortified. Florida. Sun-kissed. Trendy French labeled. 100 %. Fat free. Sugar free. Diet. Vegan.

I give up.

Zombie mode onwards to aisle 2. Breads. Longer, deeper, wider.

A voice from deep within whispers. What is it saying? Something about a list. Get the list! Yes! A list. You made a list! A guide to lead you through the perilous passages of Giant Eagle to the Undying shelves of peace and pancake mix.

The list. You made a list. Thank you, common sense, me.

See, Joe? Not a case for Bellevue.

And there in various shades of ink, scribbled in the weeks leading up to departure, are all the things Austria just doesn’t got: Doritoes, canned pumpkin, pancake mix, baking soda, liquid vanilla, lifesavers, yellow mustard, hot dog relish, grape jelly, steak sauce. I mean, friends with access to the commissary are high status best buddies – but how often can one request Lays Barbecue Potato Chips before they start playing the avoidance game? (Ricarda, Diana – what’s the answer?)

But there was something else. Another nagging detail important to remember. What was it? Something you have to do when grocery shopping in America that you don’t need to do in Austria. What was it?

Even the whispering subconscious is growing annoyed. The labels. Read the labels. Ahh yes. The labels. And why? Because there’s one big thing that America has that Austria doesn’t. And it’s in everything from bread to juice to granola bars —

High Fructose Corn Syrup

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-corn. I’m pro corn. Fresh corn on the cob probably makes my top 10 favorite foods list. And on my last trip back to PA this past month I was served the world’s very best sweet corn, no question – Schramms freshly picked and shucked that day.

High Fructose Corn Syrup might come from corn but it is not corn. And since I don’t believe the world has gotten slothier and stupider, I do believe something in our food is contributing to the current epidemic facing us. So I happen to believe the serious warnings about the health dangers of HFC.

I miss a lot about America when I’m abroad. But I do not miss the omnipresence of High Fructose Corn Syrup and the effort it takesto find food without it.

The amazing selection in US grocery stores is enough to hold me captive for hours. Add to that the arduous task of scanning the .025 font of ingredient lists in an attempt to weed out the HFC culprits, and my vacation is half over before I ever make my way to the self-check out – where poor Joe really does have to help out this ma’am if he ever wants to be rid of her.

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Some Videos to give you food for thought:

On the evils of High Fructose Corn Syrup and our obsession with sweetness: Robert H. Lustig, MD, UCSF Professor of Pediatrics in the Division of Endocrinology:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBnniua6-oM#openModal

Robert Lustig, MD Ted Talks Video

Corn shucking 101 with Ken: Ken shows you how to shuck corn “clean as a whistle” – I’ve never tried his method. I suspect there must be some valuable vitamins getting nuked in the process but I will give Ken this – he was quicker than I ever was when shucking corn. He also did not make a mess of the front porch while doing so and his cobs are indeed “clean as a whistle.” Besides, I like the corny music and Ken is hoot.

Culture shock, grocery store style from the movie Hurt Locker:

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Chillin in Wien – Top 10 Ways To Keep Cool in Vienna’s Heat

10) Do a Film

Go to one of Vienna’s many cool cinemas just know that in Austria, when you buy your movie ticket, you are paying for a particular seat so prices vary and watch where you sit. An no worries, there are plenty of cinemas with English language films (but you should be practicing your German!)
a) Artis: English speaking films in original tone – Schultergasse 5 in the first district. Tickets can be purchased online and printed at home.You can go to Merkur at Hoher Markt (open weekdays till 9 pm and Saturdays till 6 pm) beforehand and grab something to snack on beforehand but there’s a sign in the cinema asking you not to bring food into the theater.  If you don’t plan ahead, the nachos always smell good and the popcorn can be recommended.

b) Haydn Cinema at Mariahilferstrasse 57 is another great cinema to catch English speaking films. Funky that you are underground too.

c) Burgkino: Opernring 19 (near the Opera, Karlsplatz Subway station): Films in original language. Burgkino is the loyalest “The Third Man” fan – the black and white film from Vienna with a chase through the Vienna sewers

d) Votiv Cinemas: Also films in their original language: Währingerstrasse 12 and Hessgasse 7/Schottengasse 5

9) Shop till you Drop

Go spend the day in an air-conditioned mall: Donauzentrum  (they actually have a Cinnabon here if you feel like your heart is getting too little artery clogging substances with so much organic, non-hormone produced foodstuffs). There’s also a Running Sushi too. Live a little. You know you want to.

8) Go on a Joy Ride

Schottenring U2 Subway Tunnel

Schottenring U2 Subway Tunnel

Grab one of Vienna’s free tabloids (if you’re lucky you’ll get a free Standard and look more intellectual) and then pretend you are James Franz Hans Joyce and do a modern day Vienna Odyssee tour on public transportation while reveling in the air conditioning. Just don’t get stuck on one of the charming but painfully unairconditioned old trams. Somehow on hot days, these trams also seem to attract folks who skipped a day without the proper deodorant.

Sommerfrische in Austria's Mountains

Sommerfrische in Austria’s Mountains

7) Go Away

Do as the Viennese do and leave the city for some “Sommerfrische” in the mountains like in Semmering.

6) Check out some Klimt, Cathedrals and Catacombs
Hang out with the artists and saints by visiting one of the city’s museums or cathedrals. The major museums will be air-conditioned and the tall thick stone walls of the cathedrals keep them cool as well.
Here’s a few to get you started:
a) Leopold Museum: my favorite with Klimt, Schiele, Hoffmann, and so many more great Austrian artists (and lovely modern architecture)

b) Kunsthistorisches Museum: beautiful art and stunning old building. I wrote about their great audio guides here: https://www.kcblau.com/vermeyen/

Art History Museum, Vienna

The halls of Vienna’s Art History Museum

Maria am Gestade

Maria am Gestade

c) Albertina: – can’t begin to list all the famous artists here (Rembrandt, Schiele, etc) and amazing exhibitions

CATHEDRALS
a)St. Stephansdom and its catacombs

b)Kaisergruft/ Imperial Crypt I wrote about the Imperial Crypt in my blog about Vienna and death: https://www.kcblau.com/death/

c) Minoriten Church / Church of the Italians – the perfect excuse to see the Last Supper replica I tried to drag you too a few blogs ago: https://www.kcblau.com/lastsupper/

Minoriten Church

Minoriten Church

d) Maria am Gestade: Go here at night – the view from the steps below will take your breath away.

5) Park it: Prater – Vienna’s “Green Lung” and Vergnügungspark (Amusement Park)

Head to Prater and maybe catch a stray horse there like I once did or hang out on one of the park benches under the shade of the Chestnut trees along Prater Alle, cool off with a liter of Czech Budweiser at the Schweizerhaus or take a ride on some cool attractions such as Prater Turm (Prater Tower) the 117 meter high tower visible from much of the city, sitting next to your sweetheart as you zoom around in a circle at 60 km/hr at a height of 95 meters for 3 – 4 minutes chastising yourself for gobbling down the Schweinsstelze (greasy pork leg) at Schweizerhaus and liter of Budweiser BEFORE the ride . If you can’t be talked into the Prater Turm, the Luftikus might be a good compromise. It also swings high up in the air, spinning you until you are so dizzy you forgot you were ever hot, or in Vienna, or started the ride with some change and your iPhone in your pocket. Personally I’d be more for the Wildalpenbahn (Wild Alp Channel) where you hold on for dear life and just get a bit soaked. After all, it has the word “wild” in the title so you are bound to win some bravery points back after kindly declining the Prater Turm and as an extra bonus, you are more likely to maintain your lunch (unless you hang out with a mischievous bunch (and who wouldn’t) and they start spinning your Alpen raft). If there is someone in the group you definitely don’t want to have to offer to wash their clothing for, then you might want to play it safe and just do the Aquagaudi (Aqua=water, Gaudi (pron: GowDee)= fun) which back at Kennywood Park in Pittsburgh, we referred to as the Logjammer.

4) Go for a Swim

Vienna has a ton of pools but if it is hot, they are bound to be crowded –  here are some of the ones you might be tempted to check out and what I associate with each:
a) Krapfenwaldbad – beautiful old wooden lockers, turn of century architecture, tall trees of Vienna woods and small pool
b) Schafbergbad – best view of the city
c) Schönbrunnerbad – nestled in gardens of Schönbrunn Palace, beautiful, old, small and busting at the seams with people on hot days
d) Praterbad: tall trees offering lots and lots of shaded green space, different pools to choose from
e) Gänsehäufl: nice natural beach along Danube with pool, and a FKK Beach (naked beach which sounds much more alluring before witnessing the leathery skinned corpulent bathers who hang out there and obviously missed the memo that too much sun is bad you – ohh the good old days of fold-out foil sun reflectors and cocoa sun oil)
f) Dianabad: indoor “amusement” pool with turbo jet slide, whirlpool and pirate ship.

3) Rent a boat and jump into the Alte Donau
While paddling or pedaling (choose your boat), do not be alarmed if you see the naked people slathered in oil and subjecting themselves to a slow bake in the sun along the shore — see 2e above. If it is very hot, take the boat with the slide option but be sure you know how to swim before jumping overboard because there are no lifeguards here. Do what the Aussies do, take a six pack along, tie it to the boat and keep it cool in the water. Just don’t drink and drive (even if you are on a pedal boat)

am Donaukanal, Vienna, Austria

am Donaukanal, Vienna, Austria

2) Do some “Chillen” at one of the Donaukanal Beach Bars

Because you’re cool, have interesting friends and lounging around “chillin” with a cold beer or Aperolspritz in hand while sinking down into a beach chair, digging your toes into the sand smack dab in the middle of the city and watching crazy people jogging, biking and sweating along the canal in the merciless heat is Schadenfreude pur, and just plain wicked. And cool.
a) Tel Aviv Beach: complete with cool sprayers on hot days
b) Adria – right next to bridge
Ben & Jerry’s: Beer and ice cream – what could be better? (except maybe brownies and beer)
c) Strandbar Hermann: on the “other side” of the canal close to the Urania and a great place for public viewing (of soccer)
d) Badeschiff: I admit, I snuck this on though it’s not a beach bar. However, it is along the canal and a place for bikinis and beer so it deserved to get past the blog beach bar bouncer bullies

Tel Aviv Beach, Donaukanal, 2nd District, Beach Bar, Vienna

Tel Aviv Beach, Donaukanal, 2nd District, Beach Bar, Vienna

1) Grab an Ice Cream or Frozen Yoghurt

Because an excuse to have some ice cream will always top my list.
Lots of great Italian ice-cream places in the first district around Schwedenplatz, Rotenturmstrasse, Hohemarkt and Tuchlauben and in the 5th district along Mariahilferstrasse.
ICE CREAM
a) Eis Greissler: Total thumbs up for “Ice cream from the countryside” all natural with no artificial coloring, aroma, preservatives or other chemicals . Vegan flavors also available. All flavors except 2 made without eggs. Organic milk from their very own cows. Just follow the queue at Rotenturmstrasse 14 into the small room no bigger than a showcase with ice cream and be bold or boring (a scoop of goat cheese ice cream on top of some pumpkin seed oil ice-cream or just a scoop of dark chocolate with vanilla). Also can be found at Mariahilferstrasse 33.

Zanoni Ice Cream Vienna

Zanoni Ice Cream Vienna

b) Zanoni Ice Cream – Around forever at Lugeck with lots of tables inside and out on the Rotenturmstrasse, Julius Meinl grocery store or Mariahilferstrasse

c) Tuchlauben Ice Cream on Tuchlauben “Family tradition since 1962”

d) Gelateria Hoher Markt: Fabio de Prophetis has been scooping out ice cream here for over 20 years. The advantage? You can watch the Ankeruhr from here and there is a public water fountain right beside it where you can sit on some marble stones, hang out and eat your ice cream cone or go full monty and opt for a table and dish of ice cream on a table outside or in.

e) Schwedenplatz Ice Cream “Family Molin-Pradel since 1886” This place is known for constantly changing flavors and they have been around quite a long time but they keep things up to date with an ice cream calendar app you can load on to your smart phone to be in the know on the latest flavors. Very cool, very geeky and very ice cream fixated.

f) Castelletto: Corner of Schwedenplatz and Rotenturmstrasse. For me they are still the new guy on the block but the location is good though outside tables are packed in along the sidewalk.

FROZEN YOGHURT
a) Kurt Frozen Yoghurt: I LOVE their flying cow logo and if that isn’t enough to lure you inside, the yoghurt and toppings should. They also do a mean waffle. Located in the first district at either Schultergasse 2 or Krugerstrasse 12. I like the cobblestone lane at the Schultergasse. It is especially convenient before grabbing a film at Artis.

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Vienna Neighborhoods – the Karmeliter Quarter of BoBos

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you….”
– Mister Rogers, Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood

I grew up in a small town. Our neighborhood was bordered on one end by route 130 and the other by a steep road leading into the “Shades of Death.” In summer we walked along route 130 to fetch banana popsicles from the Quick Pic and in winter sled rode down the Shades of Death with Tippy, the three-legged collie, towing our gear back up the hill. The narrow stretch of grass behind the firehall served as our football field and white squares spray-painted on the road as our kickball bases. No pine tree was left unclimbed and every kid came out to play.

Second District Post Office in Better Days, before it closed

Second District Große Schiffgasse Post Office in better days, before it closed

When I moved to Vienna, I thought my neighborhood days were behind me. But I was wrong.

Vienna is divided into 23 districts arranged in circular formation around the first as the eye of the circle. The further you venture from the center, the higher the district numbers. The district is reflected in a location’s address via the middle two numbers of the 4 digit zip code. Therefore, if you are in 1020 Vienna, you are in the second district a hop and skip away from the center of town but if you’re in 1220 Vienna, you’re quite a bit outside the city. You can identify the district you are in by looking at the street signs. Click on my post office photo above and you will see a blue sign that reads: 2., Große Schiffgasse. This means that you are in the second district on Große Schiff Lane.

Schöne Perle Restaurant, 2nd District, Viennese Cuisine, 1020 Wien

Schöne Perle Restaurant, 2nd District, Viennese Cuisine, 1020 Wien

Officially the second is the “Leopoldstadt.” Unofficially, it is the Mazza Insel due to relatively large amount of Jewish residents. My neighborhood, however, has two more names – “Karmeliter Quarter” referring to the square home to the local farmer’s market on Saturdays and “BoBoville” referring to the so-called “Bohemian Bourgeoisie” who call the area home. What are Bohemiam Bourgeoisie? In the US, I guess they’d be the folks driving Priuses. Bobos tend to be liberally-minded academics who once thought of themselves as hippies but now have jobs that can help them afford to buy everything organic, environmentally sound and ungodly expensive. (Who knew social consciousness was so pricey?)

Pizza Mari, 2nd District, Vienna, 1020 Wien

Pizza Mari, 2nd District, Vienna, 1020 Wien

Now, in all fairness, I started living in Boboland before all the other hipsters and before the birth of Boboland. I lived in this part of the second district pre-BB. BEFORE the outdoor cafes, trendy beach bars and posh restaurants started sprouting out of the ground like mushrooms after a rain and the Hop On, Hop Off buses added our neighborhood to their sites-to-see list. When I moved into my first apartment here, I was lugging coal to heat it from the place that is now an art atelier, buying milk at the Tante Emma now a Crossfit gym and treating myself every now and then to egg rolls from the all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet that now houses my extremely beloved highly recommended local restaurant, “Schöne Perle.”

Graffiti Artist Studio, 2nd District, Vienna

Graffiti Artist Studio, 2nd District, Vienna

I lived in the second for years, moved back to the States and when I returned to the city, was fortunate to find an apartment just two streets away from my first. The second was a well-kept secret and I definitely wanted back.

But now the secret’s out. Karmelier Quarter is hip. Like a true Viennese I couldn’t imagine life in any other district because I obviously live in the best (all Viennese are convinced their district is the best). Unlike the Viennese, I can embrace our district’s changes with optimism.

The second has always offered great places to run – Augarten Park and along the Danube Canal into green Prater – that hasn’t changed. Sure, I regret that our post office has closed but I can look across the street at the graffiti’s artist new studio and be pleased. The old Chinese Schöne Perle couldn’t hold a candle to the new Schöne Perle with its Viennese cuisine, thirst quenching beer and to-die-for chocolate Susi Torte. And don’t even think you know what good pizza is until you try a wood oven baked one at Pizza Mari. You will also be hard-pressed to find more attentive personnel than the white-jacketed waiters at Skopik & Lohn, just a couple doors further down.

Augarten, 2nd District, Vienna Boys Choir, Porcelain Factory, Park

Augarten, 2nd District, Vienna Boys Choir, Porcelain Factory, Park

And honestly, I don’t miss the Tante Emma/Billa store now home to crazy people lifting thousands of kilos of weights while suspended from their toes just for fun. Two bigger and better grocery stores have opened their doors and they boast aisles wide enough to accommodate two grocery carts cruising in opposite directions. I call that progress.

Augarten Eingang

Augarten Eingang

But thankfully some things don’t change. True, the farmer’s market on Saturdays now sells organic cheese, farm-raised trout and special sausages, but Herr Treippl is still there like he’s been the past 20 years, with his box full of onions, his box full of potatoes and his bundles of parsley. And the young farmer on the corner who always has a smile might now have more wine bottles on his table, but they stand beside the pears, plums and apples that he’s always sold. The post office might be gone but Herr Briefträger is as busy as ever and still greets me every morning I pass him as I walk to work. The Anker bakery is still where it’s always been but is now open Sunday mornings (7am – noon) to sell fresh rolls on a day where everything else in the city is closed. The seamstress is renovating her shop but still shakes her head when I try to pay her for a minor repair job. Instead she directs me to drop some spare change into her change box with a knowing smile because she’ll need only a minute to fix the tear that would cost me an entire afternoon of frustration and needle pricked fingers. Mr. Yildiz, the shoemaker, still inquires about my last vacation and the pale plum-haired lady who holds sentry over the road still hasn’t budged from her window.

Seamstress, 2nd District, 1020 Vienna

Seamstress, 2nd District, 1020 Vienna

You think you live in a city, but really, in Vienna, it’s a neighborhood. And maybe not “everyone knows your name” but it feels like they might as well.

Tel Aviv Beach, Donaukanal, 2nd District, Beach Bar, Vienna

Tel Aviv Beach, Donaukanal, 2nd District, Beach Bar, Vienna

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Lonely Planet Vienna’s description of Leopoldstadt: “worth more than a cursory glaince, with boutiques, delis and cafes continuing to pop up on and around Karmelitermarkt, bringing a dash of gratification to a once decidedly working class area. The market at its vibrant best on Saturday morning.”

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Gown fitting at seamstress in 2nd district

Gown fitting at seamstress in 2nd district

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Schöne Perle, Local Restaurant, 2nd District, Vienna, 1020 Wien

Schöne Perle, Local Restaurant, 2nd District, Vienna, 1020 Wien

 

 

 

 

 

 

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