If an old-school and a modern Viennese coffeehouse had an offspring, it would look like Café Schopenhauer. High ceilings, oversized windows, marble-topped tables, creaking floors, yes, but also a sleek concrete counter, open kitchen, and fashionably dressed servers. The menu, too, reflects this fusion of old and new: avocado toast and soy milk matcha appear next to eggs in glass, frankfurters, and buttered kaiser roll. Some dishes are named after famous philosophers ("Simone de Beauvoir" – espresso with a cigarette).

The crowd leans fashionable Millennials and upper-middle-class folks from nearby Währing in District 18. As a hat-tip to the intellectual ethos of the coffeehouse culture, there's an entire corner laid out with books for sale. Why Schopenhauer? The reason is disappointingly prosaic: the cafe is located by Schopenhauer Street.

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