We arrive in Vienna late Saturday afternoon. One of the first things we notice in the train station: Chinese take out called Quick Lee. Clever.
So guess what? Most stores and stuff close at 7. That means we don't have much time. We check into the Pertschy Pension. What a great location. It's only a block from the main shopping street Kohlmarkt and a block from the Hofburg Imperial Palace. Afterwards, we go in search for food. We locate a Chinese restaurant. Uh oh. Again? Have we not learned our lesson? Apparently not.
OK, it's not exactly a Chinese restaurant. More of Asian food restaurant. Vienna actually had a lot more Asian restaurants, being a bigger city. I do not recall the name of the restaurant. Quite possibly I subconsciouly hold a grudge against them as my food took an extra 20 minutes to come out. That's right, Gina and Vuong were already done with their dinner before mine came out. I have no idea what took so long when all I ordered was the shrimp tempura bento box. The food was ok. Nothing special, nothing Happy Feasty.
Afterwards, we just walk and walk and walk all around town to get our bearings. We locate the beloved H&M, home of our future clean socks. We stop for ice cream (me) and salad (Vuong). Yes, I went on vacation with the salad queens. Nothing makes you feel more like a cow than, "Oh, we're going to split the salad (them)... and I'll have the sirloin steak with roasted potatoes, please. (me)" We also stopped at a wine bar that night in search of strum. Yes, Gina was in love with strum and determined to get more of it. Unfortunately, the wine bar was fresh out (literally). The bartender told us that they don't bottle too much of it as you cannot keep it for very long, so he had run out earlier in the evening. Bummer.
So we head back to the hotel to relax since, well, everything's closed except bars and cafes, and we're pretty full.
OK, it's not exactly a Chinese restaurant. More of Asian food restaurant. Vienna actually had a lot more Asian restaurants, being a bigger city. I do not recall the name of the restaurant. Quite possibly I subconsciouly hold a grudge against them as my food took an extra 20 minutes to come out. That's right, Gina and Vuong were already done with their dinner before mine came out. I have no idea what took so long when all I ordered was the shrimp tempura bento box. The food was ok. Nothing special, nothing Happy Feasty.
Afterwards, we just walk and walk and walk all around town to get our bearings. We locate the beloved H&M, home of our future clean socks. We stop for ice cream (me) and salad (Vuong). Yes, I went on vacation with the salad queens. Nothing makes you feel more like a cow than, "Oh, we're going to split the salad (them)... and I'll have the sirloin steak with roasted potatoes, please. (me)" We also stopped at a wine bar that night in search of strum. Yes, Gina was in love with strum and determined to get more of it. Unfortunately, the wine bar was fresh out (literally). The bartender told us that they don't bottle too much of it as you cannot keep it for very long, so he had run out earlier in the evening. Bummer.
So we head back to the hotel to relax since, well, everything's closed except bars and cafes, and we're pretty full.
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