I love Vienna in the springtime

We decided to sleep in and go to breakfast once everyone was ready. Such planning should have been my red flag, it would be a long morning. Kelsey received a recommendation from a friend to visit the Grinzing, a wine cellar in the neighborhood north of Vienna. Combined with the point and the Lonely Planet walking tour through the different neighborhoods cellar, Kelsey and I were determined to spend our control Friday in Vienna wine gardens. With this in mind, we finally headed to breakfast at a place called "The Breakfast Club", which apparently served the kind of breakfast we all failed. The restaurant was open seats, but you could tell by the waitress’ face that they do not normally 10 games. We have returned to the menus to understand what we wanted, and were delighted to see waffles and bread gold! I ordered "Hell’s omlettes" that the waitress described as very spicy. I was almost certain that it would not be based on my (almost) months experience in Vienna. When omlettes the arrival
it was a simple egg and cheese combo with a few scattered red spices on top. It does not fade, but it was not very spicy. Any person who waffles were delighted to discover they were all heart-shaped and served with fresh fruit and syrup. We all enjoyed our breakfasts, but we knew before, it was almost 1pm. The breakfast group was not moving very fast, but Kelsey and I were determined to get a move on so that we can begin our tour of wine. In this case, we had to say goodbye to our classmates who were still poking around the restaurant, bolts and returned Simmering to take a little more than classmates who wanted to tag along. It was kind of cold that day, if we were happy to get jeans and jackets PitStop on our house. Nearly an hour and a half late to pick up our classmates, we found that they had (wisely) left without us. The wine tour was originally planned to a group, but now it was just us two. We followed Lonely Planet’s instructions to get to the point of departure for the visit, but the bus we were on
do not go to the stop we were supposed to descend. We headed back the way the bus arrived until we found a bus schedule. Is the line we were on different judgments based on what you have time on the bus, and we had only 5 minutes to wait to get on the right. The bus took us much further up the hill (the idea was to put an end to all areas on the way down) and dropped us off at the church on the hill, we visited the second day Vienna. Everyone was asleep at this point of our bus tour, it is not surprising that we never left where we were going together. We wandered around the stop for a while trying to figure out which way to go before we found their way on foot. We headed down the slope, Windy Hill, hoping that we were on track. A bus marked "Heurigen Tour" is past us, if we knew we must be close (Heurigen is the German word for cabaret). We have reached a crossroads that Lonely Planet told us to look out, we have followed the
directions. We found that we lead a very steep hill, which we walked down, thank God we were not going in the upstream direction. We found the first wine garden on the Tour, Hirt, but nobody seems to speak English. We got our wine and sat at a table. The view was incredible, even if the wine was diluted with water. Other customers were eating bread slices with a spread of sun-dried tomato cheese spread, and we were from hunger. Neither Kelsey or I knew how to ask the dish in German, and we did not have our Phrasebooks at hand. We thought of pointing to another client of the command if the server came by, but offered to each other to pay for food if the other would be for her. I decided to brave the cranky lady in the wine garden store, and I knew the German word for bread. I finished by the score of cheese spreads in the window of meats, and mimicking the spread of bread.Disappointed set the place did not live up to its potential, we called it a night and we we headed home.