The Sofitel Stephansdom is not beige. Anything but. It’s oddly disconcerting. Particularly on a sunny day. And particularly if you’ve had a little too much red wine. Red wine + Sofitel Stephansdom white room = accident waiting to happen. (I believe they also have gray rooms and black rooms. Request those if you plan on drinking red wine.)

I wanted to, but I didn’t. No time, no time. What with my spa treatment and everything. (The bad part? When she told me that my dehydrated skin was beyond repair and would only get worse. !!! If I’m paying you 100 euros, you tell me you’re a miracle worker. That’s all I care about.)

I didn’t want to touch anything. Really.

The only burst of color–a set of Hermes bath products. They look lovely, but they left me smelling oddly muskily masculine for the next 24 hours until I reached the other side. Not recommended.

The Verdict: Lovely. Free wifi. Free non-alcoholic minibar. A bed and fluffy duvet you don’t want to leave. But beware the Hermes if you’re female.

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Zum Andreas Hofer
Bruckengasse 11
Vienna 1060, Austria

I’ll admit it. I much prefer to be in charge of dinner plans. You, dear reader, are not surprised. But after four countries in five days last month, I was wiped. I had done no research. I didn’t even know what day it was. I handed the reigns to a co-worker, hopped in a taxi and headed over to Zum Andreas Hofer with no expectations.

And that hay soup there on the left? It is the most delicious thing I’ve eaten all year. I wish I could describe it to you, but adjectives fail me at the moment. Salty? Grassy in the best possible way? FRESH. Weeks later, and my colleague Mark and I are still talking about it.

The rest of the dinner was nice…some smoked salmon, some smoked duck and lentils, and A LOT of wine …but it has all faded into a hazy cloud of schnapps fumes. It’s the hay soup I remember. And how oddly empty the restaurant was, when one considered the deliciousness of the hay soup.

I kept asking, “But this restaurant is Tyrolean? And we are in Wien?” There was no answer but “Ja? So?” And I remember regretting not taking my camera with me to the ladies’ because the tilework was lovely. And after that second schnapps (or perhaps the third), I remember falling vaguely in love with the handsome proprietor with the striking blue eyes, imagining our life together, our children climbing mountains and wearing Lederhosen.

The Verdict: Like.

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