Saturday, May 12, 2012

#222. Four Bells, Schleifmuhlgasse 2, Vienna

Holy crap I'm in an Irish bar in Austria!

Everything about this place was like stepping into a pub back home in Edinburgh, including the smell, the Irish bartender, and poor visibility due to a significant lack of light. They had the usual suspects on tap, including Guinness, Newcastle, and Kilkenny. But when in Rome... I opted for the Weihenstephaner.

It was too dark inside to get a decent photo, but I found this one online.

Vienna is - how shall we put this - an efficient city. Very clean. Very pretty. Somewhat unfriendly, very Catholic, but not very catholic.



I walked around our neighbourhood and listened to this song on my iPod, which made me happy.

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