I can’t decide for you whether you should visit Cafe Sacher, Vienna’s main tourist destination known for its namesake chocolate sponge cake layered with apricot jam, but I will lay out the facts. The story is well-known: pastry maker Franz Sacher invented the recipe for Austria's all-powerful Chancellor Prince Metternich in 1832. Later, his commercially-savvy son, Eduard opened the Hotel Sacher and cashed in on the name.
Most days, you’ll need to wait in line between half-hour to an hour to enter the premises: Two small but elaborate Baroque-Revival rooms on the ground floor of the five-star Hotel Sacher located behind the Court Opera. The Sacher torte is indeed delicious – rich but feather-light. The customers are strictly tourists; local people don’t go near here since comparably good Sacher torte can be had elsewhere for lower prices (for example at Cafe Dommayer). This isn’t to say that Cafe Sacher is a typical tourist trap, but none of the place’s native spirit has survived the avalanche of tourists. It feels like a commercial operation without a soul, a cash cow. Even more so than Demel, its historical archrival a few blocks away.
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