"The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star." -- Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, French lawyer and epicure
I couldn't agree more! I am still reveling in the happy discovery I made at Cafe Sabarsky just last month. A dear friend had brought me there as a postlude to a birthday lunch. (The cafe, nestled inside the Neue Gallerie (a museum of early twentieth-century German and Austrian art and design), offers up a menu of Viennese specialties, both savory and sweet: one can indulge in goulash, spaetzle, wurste, chocolate tortes, strudels and more.)
This happy discovery has lingered far beyond that celebratory day. Gone now are mid-day reminiscences of strolls in Paris, a croissant (or two) in hand. Instead, I now dream of Viennese pastries. And quite literally so: having learned that the Hotel Sacher in Vienna delivers the sachertorte worldwide (really!), I dreamt that I made arrangements to have one delivered to me here in NYC.
But that might not be necessary, at least not yet: April will see me in Munich, and I've scrapped plans for a side trip to Berlin (long on my travel list) in favor of dallying a while in Vienna, to indulge yet again in Viennese pastries.
And so, here I sign off, in anticipation of penning a happy postscript postcard from Vienna.