2012/01/24
CAFE HAWELKA, VIENNA — Andy Warhol stopped by for a cup of his coffee. So did princes, paupers, playwrights, poets, and untold thousands for whom a visit to Vienna was unthinkable without a cup of steaming brew served by the bow-tied little man with the perpetual dancing smile.
In a city of more than 1,900 cafes, Leopold Hawelka was an icon, as much part of Cafe Hawelka as its tables, scarred by burned cigarettes, their marble tops worn smooth by the elbows of four generations. He served tourists, the rich and the famous, and the neediest of the needy, the ragged Viennese masses who crowded his establishment over a free glass of water to escape the cold of their bombed-out city after World War II.
via The Boston Globe
