I woke up one morning last week and suddenly it was spring. Well, it felt like spring and the sun was shining so bright, even though the temperature was barely in the 50s! Vienna is GLORIOUS in the springtime and even though the winter is relatively short compared to other winter cities, people can't wait for the warmth. Almost immediately restaurants and cafes put out their sidewalk seating and stories along the Graben and Mariahilferstrasse, two main shipping strips in Vienna, open the glass walls that separate the inside of the store from the sidewalk.
March is great in Vienna, I am told, because there are fewer tourists crowding the streets and Easter rings in the first major holiday of the year. There is even an Easter Bock Bier (the Viennese love to brew special beer and wine for special times of the year!). Easter Bock is a very strong lager and was meant to add nutrients to the monk's slim diet during Lent. Ha! Love it. Also in March, Vienna hosts its annual Spring Blue Festival. Who says Vienna is only a town of classical music?
Alison
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Vienna
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Showing posts with label blacks in vienna. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Pizza and Soul
Some people are so creative. I recently learned about a place not too far from my home, and just a block away from the church I attend, that has opened with a fascinating concept.
The idea of Capa Tosta is simple: Good food and good music. The Pizza + Soul place, as it defines itself, offers exceptional pizzas, salads and grilled meats and even more exceptional live soul music three to four nights a week. When we were there Big John Whitfield and the Vienna Soul Society Combo was performing. The African-American singer (photo above) from the U.S.'s midwest has a very smoky voice that really adds to the classic blues tunes he belts out.
And not only is the music good, but so is the food. There are five types of pizza to choose from, antipastas, three beautifully large salads (my favorite is the insalata rucola) and a small offering of specially grilled T-bone steaks. Yum, yum, yum!
The restaurant itself is very upscale and, as the owner informed us, many of the items for the kitchen (the clay oven, for example) were brought in from Naples. Even some of the ingredients are regularly brought in, he said. To top things off, the wine and Champagne lists are extensive. Extensive, but not expensive. Prices are really very good.
It is a not-to-be-missed place. If you are in Vienna, you MUST check it out. Reservations are suggested and can be made easily online. Just go to: http://www.capatosta.at/.
See you there!
Alison
Thursday, 18 February 2010
The idea of Capa Tosta is simple: Good food and good music. The Pizza + Soul place, as it defines itself, offers exceptional pizzas, salads and grilled meats and even more exceptional live soul music three to four nights a week. When we were there Big John Whitfield and the Vienna Soul Society Combo was performing. The African-American singer (photo above) from the U.S.'s midwest has a very smoky voice that really adds to the classic blues tunes he belts out.
And not only is the music good, but so is the food. There are five types of pizza to choose from, antipastas, three beautifully large salads (my favorite is the insalata rucola) and a small offering of specially grilled T-bone steaks. Yum, yum, yum!
The restaurant itself is very upscale and, as the owner informed us, many of the items for the kitchen (the clay oven, for example) were brought in from Naples. Even some of the ingredients are regularly brought in, he said. To top things off, the wine and Champagne lists are extensive. Extensive, but not expensive. Prices are really very good.
It is a not-to-be-missed place. If you are in Vienna, you MUST check it out. Reservations are suggested and can be made easily online. Just go to: http://www.capatosta.at/.
See you there!
Alison
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Guten Naben!
Yes, I have started my German classes. So far, so good. But let me tell you, it is HARD to teach an old dog new tricks! Plus, I had forgotten how hard it is to be in class! (laugh) We have about 14 students from all over the world: Brazil, Australia, Ecuador, Philippines, Hong Kong, Korea, Italy, Iran, Spain, Nigeria! And probably more than that; I can't remember right now. I am, though, the only American. (Ich komme aus den USA.) The funny thing is that you have some people in class who think they are the teacher (whose name, by the way, is Angelika)! They feel the need to correct you all the time, while others shout out the answer to a question before the teacher even asks! It drives me NUTS! (laugh) But I can't wait until we go on an outing (suggested by the Spaniard) to an Irish bar (where the Australian works) next week. I will have a chance to really see my classmates in a whole new light!
Until tomorrow, Auf Weidersehen!
Alison
10:39 p.m. Wednesday, 3 February
Yes, I have started my German classes. So far, so good. But let me tell you, it is HARD to teach an old dog new tricks! Plus, I had forgotten how hard it is to be in class! (laugh) We have about 14 students from all over the world: Brazil, Australia, Ecuador, Philippines, Hong Kong, Korea, Italy, Iran, Spain, Nigeria! And probably more than that; I can't remember right now. I am, though, the only American. (Ich komme aus den USA.) The funny thing is that you have some people in class who think they are the teacher (whose name, by the way, is Angelika)! They feel the need to correct you all the time, while others shout out the answer to a question before the teacher even asks! It drives me NUTS! (laugh) But I can't wait until we go on an outing (suggested by the Spaniard) to an Irish bar (where the Australian works) next week. I will have a chance to really see my classmates in a whole new light!
Until tomorrow, Auf Weidersehen!
Alison
10:39 p.m. Wednesday, 3 February
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sturm
Fall in Vienna is not only ushered in by cool breezes and an end to many of the summer markets and festivals, but it is also the time of year when sturm is introduced. Sturm is fermenting grape juice taken from the first grape harvest. It is on sale in Vienna for only a few weeks in the fall because it has to be consumed quickly since it is still fermenting. It comes in white or red and costs anywhere from 1 euro to 1,40 euros a glass. And, as every local will warn you, it is strong (because of the high sugar content). As my husband will tell you, "It ain't strong." Ha. Okay, Big Daddy.
Nicholai has taken a huge liking to the sweet, slightly fermented red "wine." The other day, he had like five glasses! He stood and his eyes were glazed over. I lmao.
"It'd be good if you could pick up a bottle of sturm," he tells me when I ask him if he needs anything from the grocery. (Silently I laugh.) No problem. At least it's a soft introduction to wine for my beer-drinking husband, who also marvels at what he describes as the wonderful taste of (Chinese) plum wine. Who knows. Maybe in a months time I can move him on to real wine. Now THAT would be amazing!
alison
Sunday, 11:05 p.m.
Nicholai has taken a huge liking to the sweet, slightly fermented red "wine." The other day, he had like five glasses! He stood and his eyes were glazed over. I lmao.
"It'd be good if you could pick up a bottle of sturm," he tells me when I ask him if he needs anything from the grocery. (Silently I laugh.) No problem. At least it's a soft introduction to wine for my beer-drinking husband, who also marvels at what he describes as the wonderful taste of (Chinese) plum wine. Who knows. Maybe in a months time I can move him on to real wine. Now THAT would be amazing!
alison
Sunday, 11:05 p.m.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Notes From Austria
I used to always marvel at how foreigners in America could just pick up their lives and arrive at our shores without knowing the system or the culture or even the language. 'What brave souls,' I thought. Well, I still think that. Even more so tonight as I sit in a two-room flat on the fourth floor of a building located near the banks of the Danube river listening to the gentle snoring of my husband and German voices rising above clinking glasses at the outdoor cafe below.
I've been in Austria 10 days and I must confess that despite the language barrier (they speak German; I do not), it's an easy city and a lovely city. It's like a cross between Washington, D.C., with its monuments and outdoor festivals, and Boston, with it's old charm and lots and lots of white people. Yeah. Lots and lots of white people. Viennese are generally cordial, although no where near as polite as Ghanaians and Bahamians, for example. It's rare to hear someone of the tram, bus or subway say excuse me and certainly not hello.
There are some stares, but nothing to really write home about. I mean, there is even a real possibility that they are staring at me because I'm beautiful, regardless of my skin color. (laugh) ... Okay, let's think on that for a minute ... (smile) ... Alright -- enough.
Today was my third day on my new post as Deputy Director of the International Press Institute (http://www.freemedia.at/) and I know that people always love their job when they first start, but really I like this job. And for the first time since my first few and last few months in West Africa, I feel like I really have the opportunity to make a difference for my colleagues. It's invigorating.
Bruce Blake told me yesterday that reaction in Boston has been mixed about my move to Vienna. I told him for those who ask why I would do such a thing, to keep his response simple because they might be simple people. I told him to mention a few phrases to people, like 'jobs, jobs, jobs, free health care, free health care, free health care, jobs, no journalism jobs in the U.S., jobs in Europe, great job at IPI ..." I mean, does one really need to say more than that? Plus there is the added benefit of coming into the Vienna job with 28 days vacation -- and that doesn't count the 15 or so holidays that the country and employers dish out each year. You see, the Europeans don't believe in working themselves to death. We could definitely learn something from that in the U.S.
Well, it's the end of the day and I just finished a wonderful burrito dinner prepared by my husband. I also watched a little CNN and heard the story of a woman track star who looks, talks and walks like a man try to prove that she isn't and the story of a Tonga man living in New Zealand who decided to barbecue his dog for dinner after the dog got fleas. He said that where he's from people always eat their pet; it's a delicacy. Hum. It's a good thing my burritos had already digested when the segment hit the airwaves. Talk about news of the weird.
Anyway, I digress, there is so much to say and so little time. I started this blog to share some of my thoughts on Vienna and my experiences as a black woman here. And also so I won't have to write so many individual emails to tell people how Nicholai and I are doing. There is so much to tell!
I hope you'll stick along for the ride. And I hope you like what you see and read!
Auf Wiederschauen!
Alison
9:50 p.m.. 20 August 2009
I've been in Austria 10 days and I must confess that despite the language barrier (they speak German; I do not), it's an easy city and a lovely city. It's like a cross between Washington, D.C., with its monuments and outdoor festivals, and Boston, with it's old charm and lots and lots of white people. Yeah. Lots and lots of white people. Viennese are generally cordial, although no where near as polite as Ghanaians and Bahamians, for example. It's rare to hear someone of the tram, bus or subway say excuse me and certainly not hello.
There are some stares, but nothing to really write home about. I mean, there is even a real possibility that they are staring at me because I'm beautiful, regardless of my skin color. (laugh) ... Okay, let's think on that for a minute ... (smile) ... Alright -- enough.
Today was my third day on my new post as Deputy Director of the International Press Institute (http://www.freemedia.at/) and I know that people always love their job when they first start, but really I like this job. And for the first time since my first few and last few months in West Africa, I feel like I really have the opportunity to make a difference for my colleagues. It's invigorating.
Bruce Blake told me yesterday that reaction in Boston has been mixed about my move to Vienna. I told him for those who ask why I would do such a thing, to keep his response simple because they might be simple people. I told him to mention a few phrases to people, like 'jobs, jobs, jobs, free health care, free health care, free health care, jobs, no journalism jobs in the U.S., jobs in Europe, great job at IPI ..." I mean, does one really need to say more than that? Plus there is the added benefit of coming into the Vienna job with 28 days vacation -- and that doesn't count the 15 or so holidays that the country and employers dish out each year. You see, the Europeans don't believe in working themselves to death. We could definitely learn something from that in the U.S.
Well, it's the end of the day and I just finished a wonderful burrito dinner prepared by my husband. I also watched a little CNN and heard the story of a woman track star who looks, talks and walks like a man try to prove that she isn't and the story of a Tonga man living in New Zealand who decided to barbecue his dog for dinner after the dog got fleas. He said that where he's from people always eat their pet; it's a delicacy. Hum. It's a good thing my burritos had already digested when the segment hit the airwaves. Talk about news of the weird.
Anyway, I digress, there is so much to say and so little time. I started this blog to share some of my thoughts on Vienna and my experiences as a black woman here. And also so I won't have to write so many individual emails to tell people how Nicholai and I are doing. There is so much to tell!
I hope you'll stick along for the ride. And I hope you like what you see and read!
Auf Wiederschauen!
Alison
9:50 p.m.. 20 August 2009
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