A Mélange for You!Served at "Demel's"
alongside a slice of
New York style cheesecake,
a salute to the fair city
on America's East Coast
where they recently opened a branch
in the venerated Plaza Hotel.
Coffee "Mélange" isthe Viennese version of a cappuccino,
espresso mixed
with just a bit more hot milk
than the Italian cousin,
and a glorious heap of
frothed milk riding on top.
K.u. K HofzuckerbäckerDemel Royal and Imperial Confectioners
CH. DEMEL' S SÖHNE GmbH
Kohlmarkt 14
Now, this isn't fair. I'm reading this at lunch time and your pictures are making my mouth water. I would be happy with some cheesecake and Melange for lunch anyday...
ReplyDelete*giggle* - exactly my lunch today. I hope you find what you are craving for! :-)
ReplyDeleteI like the colour tones in these pictures. The Gentleman depicted in the newspaper couldn't possibly be Charles Darwin, could it? He is getting a load of coverage this year.
ReplyDeleteWANDRING STAR,
ReplyDeletethese are the soothing colors and atmosphere that envelopment you at Demel's. I walk in exhausted and come back out restored, ready to conquer the world again.
And yes, his is Charles D., in the first picture, Hillary Clinton smiles at you. I was going to call the post "Today's Headline" but then thought it is rather difficult to read these signs of the times.
oh, my, that is delicious! so, no matter how dark and grey can Vienna be, with such a treat sunshine comes out in your soul!
ReplyDeleteLARA,
ReplyDeleteI agree!
All you need to do in Vienna
is get out of your own four walls, take a walk and afterwards coffee at your favorite coffee house, and "your heart with pleasure fills" - even without daffodils! :-)
Here, for all of you,
ReplyDeletewith sincere thanks for visiting and with best wishes for a wonderful weekend:
"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
I want to join the Demel Religion.
ReplyDeleteI'm a believer.