We took a train into Vienna and arrived at our Hostel mid afternoon. Well, hostel might not be the most appropriate word for our living accommodations. It was more like a smelly sauna of an apartment run by a small Asian woman who also lived there….I wish I was joking. The upside was that we were the only people there (since uh it was an apartment) and within walking distance to the city center.
All sufficiently starving we walked a few blocks away to grab dinner. We were greeted by an old Austrian man who sat us with menus completely in German. We ended up ordering some dishes of meat after some major deliberation and lucked out with a very satisfying and filling dinner.
We pulled ourselves together and wandered toward the city center, aka the 1st district. We settled into our first place that was part café, part bar and had huge paintings on each wall. Some of the boys wanted to play pool so we went to the back room. Ian immediately spilled beer onto the pool table. The very large Austrian owner comes running over, sees the beer on the table, and EXPLODES. He was yelling “Nein! Nein! Nein!” and flailing his arms everywhere. We all just stood around awkwardly as he spewed (probably profane) German at us. Ian apologized and the big owner calmed down, but we still took it as our sign to leave. We stopped at another bar before getting to the main road in the city center and decided to be really cultural and finish our night at McDonald’s for a mouthwatering McFlurry. (side note-Potato Strips are Austrian McDonald’s fries on steroids and have changed my view of versions of potatoes forever…)
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