Vienna has a way of slowing time. You enter a traditional coffee house, and the world softens — marble tables, dark wood paneling, waiters in crisp jackets, and the gentle clatter of silver spoons against porcelain cups. One chilly afternoon, I settled into a corner seat, watching the city pass by outside when a plate of warm Buchteln arrived at my table. They looked almost … Continue reading A Taste of Vienna: The Buchteln that followed me Home