It’s New Year’s Eve in Vienna. You’ve walked among the crowds, spied whirling waltzers in tails through fourth-story windows, and watched midnight fireworks erupt all over town from a balcony overlooking the opera house. What’s next?
First Floor, we bid you, is next.
As you come in through an unobtrusive entrance on Seitenstettengasse and head up the stairs, you can hear clinking glasses, the murmur of conversation, and a familiar drum rhythm. You step inside and sit down at the bar.
The drinks are good -- more than competent. But the real cocktail is the mix of the drinks, the music, and the crowd. It’s bright young things stopping in after New Year’s parties, black ties untied, jackets slipped off. They have their arms around sheath-gowned grinning girls. And they’re dancing to deep cuts of 60s soul -- Shorty Long, Screamin Jay Hawkins, Little Willie John.