When I’m in a new city, I love to try out the local cuisine in as many different restaurants as I can fit in.
The exception to the rule was in Vienna – I discovered a charming café where I wanted to try out each and every meal of the day.
Oh, I tried other restaurants – but none could measure up to Café Diglas.
In existence since 1875, Café Diglas is said to be the oldest café in Vienna. It is located in the center of the city, just a few steps away from St. Stephan’s Cathedral.
The menu includes traditional Viennese fare – wiener schnitzel, sausages, tafelspitz, sauerkraut, and the most incredible pastries I’ve seen anywhere.
Here’s a photo journey of breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Diglas. My mouth is watering just looking at the photos again.
In a category by itself is the spectacular meringue-topped bread pudding that I saw upon walking through the door one day.
I would die for this bread pudding – it’s six inches high and served in a pool of hot vanilla custard streaked with caramel. Need I say more?
The pastries are in a glass case just inside the entrance of the café. I dare anyone to pass that case without ordering something.
It is the most well-organized café I ever ever seen. (Love when things are organized.) Salt and pepper shakers are lined up alongside an antique cash register, little glasses filled with water are waiting on a tray, and small dishes of sugar cubes sit on a tiered stand.
Colorful coffee cups are stacked on top of the espresso machine.
Newspapers and magazines hang on wooden rods along the wall.
This chandelier is cleverly embellished with kitchen utensils.
Another one has gingham fish hanging from its arms.
The café is furnished with red leather chairs, red velvet booths, and marble top tables. There’s tables outside, but I was so enchanted with the interior that I always sat inside.
Black and white fashion photographs on the paneled walls add a contemporary element to the setting.
Twice a week a very friendly pianist plays old standards during dinner, even taking requests.
This little old man looked right at home finishing his coffee in his booth by the window. I imagined that he has been eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Diglas for decades.
If I lived in Vienna, I would do exactly the same thing.
1010 Vienna, Austria