After diplo-baby and I attended the Tiroler Mass on Sunday, we headed out to lunch – being ladies who lunch of course. This was more so an attempt for me to convince myself that I can still be out on the town to as a mom flying solo, and it was important for me to show myself that I could still be out and about without having a major meltown.
Given that we’re entering our last phase of time here in Vienna, we’ve been branching out more, trying places that we’ve always meant to go. I first did a fly-by of Cafe Pruckl but no dice, it’s still a smoking establishment and has the feel of a 1960’s airline lounge. Retro hip, sure- lung friendly for baby, not so much. So on to Cafe Diglas. The guidebook reported that everything is served with a mound of whipped cream, and after a quick survey of the place, I can confirm. Either desserts are served with a mountain of whipped cream on the side, or they already contain a mountain of whipped cream in the dessert, or both. But first I started out with a cordon bleu and salad, then a banana chocolate cream torte with a melange. Diplo-baby opted for a bottle of milk. She’s a creature of habit.
There’s a very retro feel to Diglas as well – red velour banquettes, and red leather chairs, lacquered wood paneling on the walls, and clocks on the walls with numbers in fonts that would make the Mad Men cast hang here. I like it – made me wish I was wearing heels and a pencil skirt.
Even though I was a bit intimidated when I came in, stroller in tow – Austrians aren’t exactly accomodating right off the bat, by the end of lunch, DB won over the waiters with her long, batting eyelashes and sherpa suit, and when we were leaving, they were basically shoving people out of the way so that we could get through, and even carried DB in her ride down the stairs. How’s that for service? We’ll be back – note to self, wear something washable and wash immediately as there is a lingering scent of schnitzel that will follow you home.
1010 Vienna, Austria
Photography by The New Diplomat’s Wife.