Vienna è elegante. Quanti locali ci sono dove entreresti solo per il piacere di partecipare di una bella architettura, di uno spazio seducente? Non è bello il Trzesniewski di Dorotheergasse? Lo manchiamo mai? Nemmeno per sogno. Anche questa volta, di corsa lì. La volta scorsa, fuori neve e neve, e anche dentro cappotti e berretti. Questa volta, grande uso dei tavolini esterni, esposti ai primi spifferi primaverili. La fila scorre veloce. Preparatevi a non tentennare davanti alle gigantesche, feroci Agate che ammanniscono tartine, e alla cassa fatevi dare i talloncini di diversi colori che poi vi permetteranno di ritirare le vostre bevande, vino, birra o succhi di frutta. Io ho scelto un ottimo succo di carota e mela. Ricordo il precedente post, con qualche pettegolezzo Viennese, e aggiungo qualche commento pescato sul web.
Everyone in Vienna, from the most hurried office worker to the most elite hostess, knows about this spot. Franz Kafka lived next door and used to come here for sandwiches and beer. It's unlike any buffet you've seen, with six or seven cramped tables and a rapidly moving line of people, all jostling for space next to the glass counters. Indicate to the waitress the kind of sandwich you want (if you can't read German, just point). Most people hurriedly devour the delicious finger sandwiches, which come in 18 different combinations of cream cheese, egg, onion, salami, herring, tomatoes, lobster, and many other tasty ingredients. You can also order small glasses of fruit juice, beer, or wine with your snack. If you do order a drink, the cashier will give you a rubber token, which you'll present to the person at the far end of the counter.
Da frommers.com
Terribly tricky to pronounce for anyone not from Poland, Trzesniewski is an institution here in Vienna, often saluted as a city highlight in itself. The ingredients seem simple enough - miniature open sandwiches on dark brown bread. What's all the fuss? But no one made them quite like Mr. Trzesniewski, who came here from Cracow in 1902. The Austrian Empire folded soon afterwards, but Mr. T stayed on in Vienna where his business went from strength to strength. His daughter Maria finally passed over the reins in 1978, but locals say that the quality has not slipped. Order up a Pfiff of beer and savour a Viennese classic.
Da vienna.life
Trzesniewski
Dorotheergasse 1
Tel: 512 32 91
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