Kleines Café – Bohemian Bars

Entering this tiny café is like climbing back into your mother’s womb (and we discovered that if you look at the pattern of the tiles on the floor long enough, they’re in the shape of ovaries- after the 5th glass of the cheap house Zweigelt red wine).

So cosy and warm it is here amidst the intimate setting in this little cafe – the actor’s dressing room lightbulbs, the maroon leather bench sofas, the squeaky old chairs, the eclectic playlist (from Deep Purple to Miles Davis) and marble table-tops. This little place is filled with mighty big legends amongst the locals.

‘It was the place where you’d get a joint over the bar,’ one old Viennese guy tells us in a thick dialect. While we wouldn’t know anything about that, we do know that the service is as charming and seductive as the setting.

It’s often crowded with people (a range of characters) and plumes of cigarette smoke. If it is full when you get here, just take a seat at the bar (if there is one) or ask to join a table if there’s a seat spare – this is common practice here.