Story 13: My First Espresso

A few people tell me that the best cake in Vienna is the Sacher Torte. So, when I peel my hungover self out of bed, I plug in the Fiest album on my iPod and make the 20-minute walk to eat the Sacher Torte.

It's about 70 degrees in Vienna, but I still manage to steal a seat outside. I'm sad to admit that this is the very first non-americano espresso I've ever had. What can I say? I like a little milk in my coffee. But, I'm told this cake is jammy and rich and incredibly sweet, so I figured this is a good opportunity to start. I ordered the espresso.