Tia, Cerin, Pat and I walked a whopping 73 blocks (the short blocks, but still) up 5th Ave. from brunch at Danal to the Neue Galerie in the Upper East Side. It was a dreamily springy day. Taking the subway would have been wrong.
The gallery is small but they have a lot of Klimt stuff, and some cool furnishings from early 1900s Vienna. But the real purpose of the trip was a visit to Cafe Sabarsky, a dead ringer for a Viennese coffee house that had long been on Cerin's must-see list. I just had dessert but Tia had a smoked trout wrap thing, which she found good in an interesting sort of way; Cerin had a goulash that she liked so much she left almost no trace of it in her bowl; and Pat had a preztel and weisswurst, simple and well-executed. Having spent 9 months in Austria many years ago, I was sent down memory lane by drink options like gespritzt and Stiegl. All our desserts were delicious. I had a chocolate cake with marzipan and orange accents.
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