We’ve been here long enough to have started to establish a routine.  Mondays are our day to explore — we often try to go out and try out new places to eat.  We’ve found it’s best to investigate new restaurants on their slowest night of the week, so if they turn out to not be very kid-friendly, and we don’t figure that out until halfway through the meal, we aren’t dealing with a busy restaurant full of irritated diners.  (Also, it’s easiest for us if we sit outside — no one minds a crying baby quite so much when their conversation is routinely interrupted by street noise — and it’s easier to get our choice of tables on a Monday, too.)

Last night, for Father’s Day, we went out, too.  We went to Salm Brau, a place that was a favorite of Dan’s back when he used to come here for work — it was the first place he took me when I came to check out Vienna over a year ago during one of his business trips.  They have rustic comfort food and they brew their own beer (of which they are very proud, and for good reason).  It was a perfect Father’s Day destination.  We took the tram, which dropped us off outside the door to the restaurant, ate a great meal and had some beer.  (Dan had a liter.  I had less.)  We sat inside, and managed not to attract any irrirated glares.  Liam was a little fussy, but nothing unmanagable.  Benjamin ate well and behaved even better.  We all had a great time.

Tonight, we tried out a new place (for us) that is on just aobut every list of places to eat (or at least get a cup of coffee) while you’re in Vienna:  Cafe Central.  It’s a fancy restaurant/coffee shop that had been operating for 100 years by the time I was born, and it’s a few blocks from our apartment.  We got a great table outside, and I don’t think we disturbed too many people.  Very different atmostphere from last night — much more upscale.  The food was great — but, it’s the experience that was really remarkable.  We ate outside, enjoyed our dinner and the evening.  We brought food for Liam, Benjamin ate his dinner and played (relatively) quietly at the table when he was finished, and Dan and I each got to enjoy our meals.  We watched the horses and carriages go by while Liam fell asleep in Dan’s arms and we all relaxed after dinner.  It was a lovely, relatively quiet, relatively leisurely European meal on a beautiful Viennese evening.

Two nights in a row.  I can’t help but feel that we’re starting to figure all of this out.  Life is good!