April 22
Zwölf Apostelkeller
“See you at Zwölf Apostelkeller,” the note said. “Seven o’clock. You owe me dinner.”
I was in my room at the Marriott and watched as the shadow of someone’s shoes passed by the lower edge of my door. The note was unsigned, but I was sure that it was from Alana.
It was now about five, so I had some time to relax, shower, and have a glass of wine before walking to that cavernous underground restaurant on Sonnenfelsgasse. I was introduced to the establishment by a friend on my first trip and was so intrigued that I returned on each of my visits. It’s a 14th Century tavern beneath a hotel, with huge stone arches spanning the rooms on three levels below ground. It is both beer hall and restaurant, and its selection of wines is quite good. The atmosphere creates
