Waltzin Vienna

Made a trip to Vienna last weekend to visit my littl' sis' who is bumming around on an internship trying to be a lawyer there; and went bananas in duty free when we realized we were flying out of EU (via Zurich) so i picked up 200 Vogue Menthols - my favourite cigarette of the moment. They are long and thin and minty, which i hold delicately trying to look like Sophia Loren.
Cheap Killers.

The indoor smoking culture is alive and well in Austria happy to say, so my anorexic fags went well with the worlds BEST Bellini I had at American Bar
The bar is 1909 original, dark green marble, natty little curtains around the lights and tiny.
The cocktail was anything but tiny though, the widest largest Champagne Goblet filled up with sparkling liquor. Mutti had a hardcore Champagne Cocktail. Noxious but satisfying.
The experience was nicely topped off by some Austrian man action, straight out of late 80's. This bloke was rammed up next to me at the bar, leaning his back into mine, drinking some standard Gruner Veltliner. The best bit was the long haired blonde in a trench coat then loudly said (Germanic Style) "English is my Passion!" Errr. ok . Now fuck off.

Next stop was top floor sparkly bar at Do Co Hotel off Stephansplatz Where an interesting silver fox Americano in black cowboy boots had his hand firmly on his wet-look legging wearing 'friend'. Funny. Even more when she pissed off and then he got on the phone to his mate in Texas saying "I gotta tell you this man, you'll never believe what's happened....."
you bet I won't.