Even the barman does not know why the hotel bar is now called M15 rather than the Café Klimt. No one had asked him before he said

December 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

Even the barman does not know why the hotel bar is now called M15, rather than the Café Klimt. No one had asked him before, he said, and he had never thought of it. We agreed it was much better than before, as fond as my memories of the Lotta-era bar are. 4pm already. In Berlin I would be starting to drink, looking forward to BEC, and Ciro, and Stuttgarter Platz, Sissi Bar and Club 77. Here, I don’t know. Eros is hiding somewhere perhaps. I don’t think I will find it (not even in myself). Anyway as I say things can change in a moment; it only takes one woman to bring a city to life in the blink of an eye.

After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon

December 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much, I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon. I arrived in the lobby to find the 3 pretty bargirls just leaving. So I know I must get to the bar before 3 if I want to find another Lotta. I have already crossed Brussels off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. And I have already crossed Munich off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. I feel now that I am going to have to cross Vienna off my list as well; that will just leave Berlin. I have two more nights in Vienna to see if Vienna can be saved. Oh this cute brunette little bargirl just brought me peanuts. Worth staying in the bar a while longer then. Then what is the plan? I will get —-‘s boots tomorrow, and instead get the 6 down towards Triesterstraße, Quellenstraße, Favoritenstraße and Davidgasse. I feel nothing but a kind of dread and trepidation. Thinking then I will try to get the U1 up to St Stephen’s and look for the Hollywood Go Go place, but I have no expectation it will still be there. From there I can get the U3 back to the hotel, and depending on the time try the nearby ML Revue and even go back for my ritual humiliation to Tete-a-Tete.

Sitting here in the Dorint bar I feel like I am in the TARDIS

December 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

Sitting here in the Dorint bar, I feel like I am in the TARDIS. How did they make something so big out of something that was so small?

I actually can’t quite believe what they’ve done with the Dorint bar—the Café Klimt as was

December 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

I actually can’t quite believe what they’ve done with the Dorint bar—the Café Klimt as was; they seem to have created space out of nowhere. I am not usually a fan of these modern refurbishments, but I have to say I think it is a triumph. Well, a success anyway. I almost hate going anywhere when I am on a holiday (I hate that word, I think of them more as polar explorations, mountaineering expeditions); then I lose all the time in the hotel bar and restaurant. Hours spent in the hotel bar and restaurant, if they are any good, seem so deeply valuable and rich to me. I am not sure going to the Leopold or the Belvedere or the KHM can compare.

I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien. The night wasn’t completely successful, but as we say, it has kept the pendulum swinging. The room was beautiful. There are no white-shirted Dorint barmaids! For a start the uniform is now a ghastly purple and they are all men. No young busty 18-year-old Swedish girls. No more Wiener Zwiebel Rostbratens on the menu! Everything gets worse. This is the law of life. However, I would still come back, maybe for an extra day—very different from my feelings after Brussels and Berlin.

730pm I’m the only person in the bar

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

730pm I’m the only person in the bar. From 630 to 745 there has been no one in the restaurant. Does everything get worse? Is this the law of life? The Dorint bar carpet looks exactly the same as the Ibis Brussels bed rugs. That seems a fascinating thing to discover. Sitting alone in the Dorint bar is pleasurable enough to tell me I will travel again, in the next month or so. My old addiction has returned. The bar staff may be boring, but! Remember Lotta and Sophia worked days! There is still hope for tomorrow. It feels like something extraordinary to realise the Dorint carpet is the exact same as the Ibis bedspreads. Now when I travel it’s just all memories—is this what turning — is? I wouldn’t recommend it!

In the bar of the Dorint Hotel

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

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