When in Wien, you get the Wiener schnitzel. I went to one of the legendary places, Zu den zwei Lieserln. This schnitzel killed me softly with its song.
Sadly, I’m skinnier today than I’ve been in two months. That’s not sad in itself, what’s sad is that when I get home, and I’m not walking five or ten miles a day around European cities, I will not be able to eat like this and stay that way.