Italians are folk connective. Tonight I have the Enoteca Bortolotti (Trento) – and I do not need to re, if one may call it so, can or should, visited. On a couple of Aperol and just a Piato Grande – both the way highly recommended. The ham is a dream and the Italian staff delightfully friendly. This restaurant is probably the highlight of Kaisermühlen (next to the suburban host).

And I must say, that I have long been not so amused. Not only, that we had the expressed happiness, besides a self-confessed “Hofer”-sitting voter, which on the night her “Baby” – an Arabic / Islamic Studies student – met, also the “Haute-Want” of Kaisermühlen honored us. Whereby me Mrs the. Hofer – a play strong and confident woman – impressed on Top. No faux pas was too big or too small, which they strove victoriously. But best liked, that they felt it was fate, that they justament that night the “Muslimentante” (O-ton to Arabistikstudentin) met, with it the way since 15 Pm Prosecco drinking. We found the already as brückenbauend.

Mr. Bodybuilding from Kaisermühlen, sat entertaining between our tables, our and the Arabic / Hofer table, could shine with quotations from the Kaisermühlen Blues. Unison we all agreed, worse than today it is we never go. And finally finds Mrs.. H. her baby also super, because it is so beautiful Viennese and drink can with it. Actually, I would have some statements to write. It would have been her not fair. Taken out of context. Who wants to experience it, should go out regularly and not in the beautiful hip Bobo Bubbles (as described in Vice), but there, where it hurts. Even if you have to leave the comfort zone, does it well, especially to do it with a good glass of wine and good food.

And when the trenches seem supposedly deep, so there are the bridges, we build, to allow the other timidly over throw a glance.
Back to Enoteca: highly recommended is the vegan ice while Bortolotti. Gaumensex, as they say today.

Gaumensex would then certainly have been the two allegedly gay Arabs, we met at the door and were still undecided, whether they should go. For the constellation in the local play great. Each comedian would have his true joy, but unfortunately, as so often, remains one then only the Kopfkino.

In the sense, I recommend really from the deepest heart my favorite ice-Italians Bortolloti in Kaisermühlen.