![]() The long-haired Würstel man stands to attention, ready to provide sustenance to those who need it for the long night ahead, or those who are looking cross-eyed and will probably discharge the Würstel-goodness in a gutter outside shortly after their snap decision to have one at 4am – oops, too graphic? It sits patiently amongst the dancing and drinking club-goers, the electro-beats, and the neon visual projections covering the walls, which clash delightfully with the regal arched ceiling. ![]() The unique thing about this dealer of Würstel is definitely its setting. ![]() Located in the funky Vienna nichtclub, Donau, smack bang next to the dancefloor, it looks as if the club has been built over this tiny Würstelstand. This Würstelstand makes that bucket list dream possible – dance while munching on a sausage. Würstel of choice: Their Käsekrainer nach ‘Art des Hauses’, with onion and curry powder piled on top. They also have: homemade Kartoffelpuffer (potato pancake), and a tasty house burger. Sausage selection: All of the standard Würstel favourites, including a few house creations. Often with a crowd of unique personalities surrounding it, it offers quality conversation along with quality Würstel.Īlso, our Mathias told us that here he chatted with a stranger over a Burenhäudl and ended up getting drunk with them in a nearby bar – a prime example of an authentic Würstelstand experience. With its long opening hours, this is truly an authentic Viennese Würstelstand, and some say the place where you’ll get the best Würstel in town. Likewise with the suited fellow having a very serious conversation on his phone, in between shoveling mouthfuls of onion covered Käsekrainer, and slurping up drips of curry sauce. “Zwei mal Käsekrainer nach Art des Hauses, bitte”, says the police officer.Ī group of ÖBB workers just ordered the same. Würstel of choice: Ask the chef and he’ll make it “Ganz frisch for dich!” (translation: will make it fresh for you) Sausage selection: All of the standard Würstel favourites, including one a meter long that will “make you jealous”, according to the Würstel chef. “Fie oit” (translation: very old) – answers Franz. “Wie oit bist, Franz’l” (translation: How old are you Franzy?) – asks the Würstel chef. ![]() This place is so much more than just a Würstelstand – it’s a truly unique, authentic Viennese experience, and a local treasure where everybody knows each other, and if you’re new, you’ll know everybody soon enough. Requiring quite the trek to get out to this Würstelstand housed in an old train carriage plonked beside the road, you wouldn’t just come here for a mere Würstel and Semmel (bread roll). This display of warm, Viennese cheekiness carries on as soon as I walk into the door, to the moment I leave to a chorus of, ‘Servus!’ (a word of greeting, or parting, originally meaning “I am your servant”) The big, cuddly Franz Kaiser shows me his drivers licence to prove that he is the real Emperor sitting in an over 50-year-old train carriage called the Würstelwaggon. “Genau – we have our own Franz Kaiser here”, he says slamming a glass of water in front of a big cuddly guy, bursting out laughing along with the rest of the people packed in the wagon. “Do you know of Kaiser Franz’l?” The proud Würstel chef asks me in a string of Viennese dialect I take a second to untangle. It’s full of smoke and a thick Viennese dialect. For days we covered the city to bring you 11 of Vienna’s best and most unique Würstelstände: Just as important as serving up quality Würstel is to a Würstelstand chef. So you get the point – a Würstelstand is important to Vienna’s identity. To quote our Manifesto: ‘We are just like the odd gathering of people around this city’s glowing Würstelstands, in the black of the night like moths around a light globe, where politicians and pensioners solve (or cause) the world’s problems, where smoking goblins make out with giant bearded ladies, where a man with a glass eye has a staring contest with his Würstel, where society’s polished elite drink beer out of tin cans alongside those poor bastards doing the polishing, where all sorts of people come together to talk about the weird, wonderful, wonky and wise of life that swarms around this city, Vienna.’ This has a lot to do with why we named ourselves Vienna Würstelstand. Very Viennese experiences are to be had at these beloved birthmarks of the city. There is more to these beloved sausage serving institutions scattered around the city than being a 4am refuge for party revellers looking for something greasy to soak up the alcohol.
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