Das BURG.RING1, ein Lokal mitten am Wiener Ring, wo die Geschichte schwer in der Luft liegt, als wäre sie nie wirklich vergangen. Mozartdenkmal, Hofburg, Kunsthistorisches Museum – all diese steinernen Zeugen, die einen umschließen, und doch sitzt man hier drinnen und merkt, wie die Zeit stehenbleibt, obwohl draußen alles weiterläuft, unaufhörlich.

In the evening, the BURG.RING1. The lights come on and the city disappears behind the windows. The light bulbs hang from the ceiling like stars, but they don't dazzle. It's a warm, soft light, almost as if it's saying to you: “Sit down. Take your time.” And that's exactly what you do. The dishes, carefully prepared, are like little escapes from everyday life, a touch of France in the middle of Vienna, as if this city didn't already have enough stories to tell. But perhaps that's exactly what you need - a new, different touch.

The people sitting here are different, but ultimately always the same. They come because they are looking for something: Peace and quiet, a good meal, a bit of romance reflected in the shimmering light. And while they sit here, they talk, or they remain silent, and outside the ring rushes by as if it didn't exist inside.