Cafe Vilimek (Landstraßer Hauptstraße, 1030 Wien)
Besucht am 04.05.2006; 21:20h
Tester: Armin, Rainer, Steve
Bestellt: 2 Krügerl; 1 Jugendgetränk
Andere Gäste: 6
Am Puls der Landstraße gelegen befindet sich dieses kleine Lokal. Jahrelang von unseren aufmerksamen Augen unbemerkt, fiel es durch seinen Sommergastgarten einem Beisltourer auf und so kam es, dass an jenem Abend das Cafe Vilimek getestet werden konnte. Obwohl seit 20:00h (die Damenrunde war aber noch so richtig in Fahrt) geschlossen, gewährte uns die Kellnerin ein Bier zu trinken, was zweimal wahrgenommen wurde. Lediglich einer griff zur (Cola-)Flasche. Von außen mag es ja nicht so einladend wirken, doch wahre Schönheit kommt bekannter weise von innen und so ist dies auch beim Vilimek der Fall. Wie ein Altwienerkaffeehaus eingerichtet (siehe Fotos) verlockte es fast zusätzlich ein der Türkenbelagerung zu verdankendes Getränk zu bestellen. 30 Jahre gibt es dieses Cafe nun schon und erst jetzt waren wir dort – tstststs.
1 Kommentar:
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P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
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by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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