Katscheli – Karmelitermarkt

The tiny flowers on the tables make us want to shrink and live in amongst them. It is these very flowers which catch our attention and suck us into Katscheli, the little cafe a short walk away from the Karmelitermarkt.

Just picture this – it’s Saturday morning and you’ve walked the round of the bustling Kamerlitermarkt several times looking for a place at one of their many cafes to sit, but to no avail. The little man in our heads tweaks our hunger nipples (yes, your brain does have nipples – it’s a scientific fact) and is yelling and screaming at the handsome people sitting back with their Melange and their little breakfasts – bastards! And then we stumble upon Katscheli, the cafe/ bar/ our saviour. One thing delights us instantly about this place: whoever decorated it understood the beauty in subtly and small things – the bent forks used as coat hooks on the wall, the old Wiener café chairs pulled up to modern plain tables, and once again, the tiny flowers. These small details are framed by plain modern furniture, no fancy stuff. It’s as if they have used no other makeup but a bit of mascara to bring out Katscheli’s eyes. At night, it’s a smoky bar, through the day it serves small breakfasts (until 12pm), tapas and sandwiches.