Vienna 3: Prater to Sacher

    After joking and poking around the Prater amusement park, we hoofed it south to where a little blip on the map said that we could find a Hundertwasser house- and find it we did! We stumbled into the KunstHaus through the back Hof, which was a neat little garden! The architecture reminded me of Mom's mosaic. Colourful, playful, organic.
    From the KunstHaus we went in search of Sachertorte! The evening was warm and there were musicians every few blocks. Hearing Strauss and Mozart echoing through the streets from violinists was a little surreal, although I think that my favorite was an acoustic bass/hammered dulcimer/accordion trio.
   We did find the Sacher hotel and sat down to some absolutely incredible chocolate cake. Its story, according to the Sacher Hotel, goes like this:

 "The story of the world-famous Original Sacher-Torte began in 1832, when the all-mighty "coachman of Europe", Wenzel Clemens Prince Metternich, ordered the creation of a particularly palatable dessert for spoiled high-ranking guests, "take care that you do NOT make me look a fool tonight", he warned. That very day, however, the chef was unavailable! The order was reassigned to a 16-year-old apprentice in his second year, the quick-witted chap Franz Sacher...

One thing was certain; the speciality which was finally presented to the masters and mistresses was a resounding success: a soft and fluffy chocolate cake with the tasty apricot jam under the icing. Franz certainly never forgot the great success of his ingenious idea within this exclusive circle. He spent his apprenticeship working for the Count of Esterhazy, first in Bratislava and then in Budapest. When, as a fully qualified cook, he started to work on his own account, he offered his successful composition once again, this time on a large scale. He was successful and soon the "cake by this man named Sacher" was in great demand, and the victorious career of the probably most famous of all cakes began."

 ... and oh, was it ever good!


We wandered around the center of the city for a few more minutes before taking our tired feet back to the hostel. We were all asleep within moments of our heads hitting the pillows!