The weather improved somewhat on our last and third day in Munich. Cloudy with occasional drops of rain but a whole lot clearer. I decided to walk to Reichenbach Strasse to do some shopping. Some streets are named after foods, cute.
It was still early, the shops were not open yet, ao I decided to have a little coffee and chanced upon the Cafe Wiener (8, Reichenbach Strasse). Or rather, the pretty display of cakes stopped me in my tracks and lured me inside. It was also "bio", the Germans are very into organic food, and I was curious to see how the bio-ness would affect the final product.
More cakes, tarts and strudels were laid out on the counters inside. Because of the soft lighting and crystal chandeliers the last thing I was expecting was the sound of new age music but there it was, strains of prayer bells and chantings could be heard in the background. A man and a woman, both of a certain age, welcomed me with gentle courtesy, they do not speak English so we communicated by pointing and sign language. Coffee is universally understood, I ordered a cup and went to choose my cake.
It seems like most of their cakes were multilayered affairs sandwiched with whipped creams of various alcoholic flavours. All are good, they said to me, which made it harder to choose. In the end I opted for a berry liqueur flavoured slice.
I sat near the window and enjoyed the charming Viennese-inspired atmosphere decorated with an un-selfconscious mix of old and beautiful objects.
The cream cake was delicious, more cream than cake. The slightly boozy cream filling was super-creamy and super-light, probably super fat as well, but completely irresistible. I threw caution to the winds and finished the entire slice by myself, helped along by the coffee which was well brewed to a smooth mellow body with gorgeous aroma.
By the time I finished, the sun had peeked through and the shops were ready to welcome people. I bought myself little gifts like an English teapot made for one, a silver clutch purse from Amsterdam and a brushed gold ring with seed pearls, then walked the longer scenic route way back to the hotel, more opportunities for taking pictures. Soon it was time to take the train to the airport. Two and a half days is barely touching the surface of all that Munich can offer; if there is a next time, I would definitely explore more of their cafe culture and lose myself in their galleries and museums.