April 16
Loos American Bar
“How are you, Chuck?”
Simone sat lightly on the edge of a barstool in Loos American Bar, a dark and intimate establishment on Kärntner Durchgang that seemed designed for a furtive rendezvous. She was dressed the part, too, with a powder blue slip dress that hugged her figure, a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, and a slit on the side that showed most of the thigh that she had draped over her other leg. Common sense prevailed though so she left the stiletto heels at home. “There’s such a thing as too much,” she thought while contemplating that last accent to her ensemble.
Loos was a favorite among the locals, despite the “American” tag in the name. Beer and wine were readily available, but the bar’s reputation was one for cocktails, the mo
