When in Vienna… (Part II of Series)

Vienna is a breath of fresh air for parents – at least the jaded New York kind. Granted I only visited so I cannot speak as intelligently as a local would about the city. I can say that compared to New York and Rome (cities that I know like the back of my hand and which I can critique to a T), Vienna beats the pants off of them both as far as accessibility and child friendliness. There are plenty of mean old people in Vienna, but coming from New York I really am immune to those kinds of “stare downs” when walking around with my son. In Vienna we were out and about with three kids and a baby so we got a taste of big family life in the big city. Here are the things that I found in Vienna that I can only wish New York and Rome had:

1.  Cars actually stop and let pedestrians pass even when you are not on a cross walk (tram passengers are allowed to step of between stops if the tram is stopped at a light and cars must stop to let them get to the curb!).

2.  With a few exceptions for older vehicles transportation (trains, buses, trams/trolleys and subways) is at street level for easy stroller access and with plenty of space inside.

3.  Subway and train platforms have clean and working elevators – notice I use the plural form.

4.  Sidewalks (this is mainly versus Rome that has none or they are usually used for parking).

5.  Parks and playgrounds with functioning swings and slides everywhere.

It may not seem like much, but I’m used to a lot less.

So yes in a nutshell we enjoyed Vienna as parents. I had not been back since my niece was born almost six years ago and when my son was not around. As always your vision of the environment around you drastically changes when you become a parent. You notice things you never saw before and ignore (willingly or not) others that you used to look for before. The cousins were thrilled to be reunited and I was shocked at how my new niece only two weeks old was indifferent to the commotion. She slept through shrieking children running around the living room bumping into her carriage. Our first outing was to the city center and Stephansplatz. With so many street performers the kids were entertained for a full hour moving from jugglers to break dancers and other amazing acts. We continued to walk around and enjoy the pedestrian areas until dusk when we got home to a feast of sausages that only Germans and Austrians can make. So many variations, none of them kosher and all of them delicious.

The first thing you notice when walking the city center is that Vienna’s imperial past is visible everywhere and there is no doubt it once was the capital of Europe as well as the center of important musicians, artists and artistic movements (think Mozart, Strauss, Vienna Secession, Klimt, Schiele, Hundertwasser to name just a few). And yet, despite the imperial scale of its palaces, cathedrals, gardens and boulevards, there is something very quaint about it – something that makes it less intimidating than Paris or London. The pace is Mediterranean minus the inefficiencies of their Southern neighbors. It is also affordable. A quick comparison shows that a small Italian gelateria opened recently in my sister’s neighborhood in Vienna sells a cone and two scoops for 1 Euro for which you would pay 3 Euros in Rome. Transportation is cheaper than New York and is just as capillary (an much cleaner). We shipped a wooden Stokke high chair as a gift to my sister’s place while we were in Vienna and the Austrian post delivered it in two days for just 5 Euros. And on and on.

The next day we tackled the Prater. The amusement park itself is tiny compared to your local Six Flags, but it was an overcast day and not too busy so we had free reign to get the kids on all sorts of fun rides. I had been dreaming a return to the Schweizerhaus famous for its draft Budweiser beer (the real one) and crispy pork knuckles, but alas it was closed as they prepared it for the seasonal opening. It is worth the trip out to the Prater just for that meal, trust me. I settled instead for a Cordon Bleu schnitzel and a side of kartoffel salat (the best potato salad in the world) that was not too shabby given the touristy nature of the Prater (if you are ever in Vienna find Neubaugasse and ask for directions to the Schnitzelwirt for some off-the-beaten-track schnitzels – and keep in mind they are huge so bring your appetite). After stuffing ourselves with schnitzel and washing it all down with a radler (an Austrian shandy) we had to get the kids to fall asleep before whisking them off to catch the train back to the city center. Not satisfied with having eaten ourselves silly at the Prater we headed into Demel for a visit to the dessert Mecca of Vienna (the Hotel Sacher is another one although I will argue that the best sacher torte is made elsewhere in Vienna and I am keeping that one secret lest demand increases and supply grows scarce and expensive!).

Demel is a sweet tooth’s fantasy come true with its elegant yet decadent cakes and strudels as well as a coffee lover’s delight since other than Italians only Austrians are capable of brewing Arabica as it should be brewed (go to Julius Meinl if you don’t believe me). We then let the kids loose near the Rathaus (City Hall) where they scampered across the gardens and squares until they pleaded to catch a tram home with my three years old train obsessed nephew announcing each stop at the top of his lungs and telling everyone to get on board. It was absolutely adorable and drew those grumpy mean old lady stares I mentioned before which we all ignored.

The last day was spent mainly in one of the parks nearby on a surprisingly warm Spring-like day. The kids had fun chasing each other and using the swings and slides. We attempted to eat at a Heuriger (an Austrian wine tavern) in Sievering which is a little less touristy than Grinzing, but they too were closed in preparation for the Spring season. The trip was not a total bust because the kids thoroughly enjoyed commenting on everything that went by outside of the bus window. In the end I did get to eat the crispy knuckle at one of the local markets before taking off so that I could leave satisfied from a culinary point of view having scratched all my urges. We left Vienna happy that we had seen my sister and her kids as well as enjoying the city, albeit briefly, as parents.

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