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Two of Europe's great coffee cities go head to head - which side are you on?

Our experts help you decide.

Two Ways to Go

Both Vienna and Budapest are historic cafe capitals, famous for cake, chandeliers and coffee culture, but which city shines the brightest? Our experts help you decide.

By Mal Chenu and Amy Cooper
March 18, 2026
Cafe Central in Vienna. Picture by Shutterstock
Cafe Central in Vienna. Picture by Shutterstock

VIENNA

Mal Chenu: "So when you're popping over to Europe for a coffee, Vienna's grand cafe culture is the primo place for the discerning crema dreamer."

Aussies are fussy buggers when it comes to coffee. We know exactly where to go to pair our extra-hot macchiato with our smashed avo on toast and the perfect smear of Vegemite. 'Coz we come from a land of plenty. In short, we will travel a long way for our caffeine fix.

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So when you're popping over to Europe for a coffee, Vienna's grand cafe culture is the primo place for the discerning crema dreamer. Viennese Kaffeehaus culture is so renowned that it is listed as an Intangible Cultural Heritage by UNESCO, inscribed for its "traditions, knowledge and craftsmanship techniques".

Meanwhile, Budapest's Intangible Cultural Heritage features embroidery, indigo dyeing and falconry, so have at it if that's what floats your foam.

The Viennese coffee house has been analysed at length, and not just by Sigmund Freud, who used to hang out at Cafe Landtmann and thought he saw his naked mother in his apfelstrudel.

Down the centuries, Viennese coffee houses have been meeting places and melting pots for artists and actors, poets and politicians, writers and intellectuals, revolutionaries and ne'er-do-wells, including but not limited to Beethoven, Mahler, Klimt, Wittgenstein, Strauss and Trotsky. Coffee in Vienna is a lifestyle, and cafes are known as "shared living rooms for the city". Writer Peter Altenberg spent so much time sipping einspanner at the fabled Café Central he had his mail delivered there.

Other celebrated venues include Cafe Sacher beside the Vienna State Opera, the well-preserved Cafe Sperl, and Cafe Griensteidl, the original literary coffee house.

Aristocratic or bohemian, traditional Viennese coffee house interiors are baroque masterpieces. You'll find wooden floors, tall ceilings, chandeliers, walls embellished with artworks (possibly offered in payment by broke artists), marble tabletops on wrought iron stands and legendary Thonet bentwood No. 14 bistro chairs. Over-upholstered sofas along the walls create niches that invite furtive whispers.

Service is a vocation. Waiters are not random backpackers saving up for their next shower, but tuxedo- and white blouse-clad professionals, who will expertly convey your verlangerter in a porcelain cup on a serving tray, or ignore you with practised proficiency.

Your coffee will be accompanied by a glass of water, with an upside-down spoon perched on top. This dates back to when sophisticated establishments displayed the hallmark on the back of the spoon to prove it was solid silver. This is how seriously the city takes its coffee tradition.

Viennese gemutlichkeit is the feeling of warmth and good cheer, and this is on every menu. Aromatic, atmospheric and infused with tradition, Viennese cafe culture is as elegant as a raised pinky.

BUDAPEST

Amy Cooper: "In Budapest cafes, your barista wears a tux rather than tatts, and your Starbucks name should be something like Count Ludwig Ferdinand von Habsburg-Schlossanger II."

I sometimes wonder what's happened to our Aussie cafes, with their mushroom matcha lattes and kimchi acai bowls and basic decor. If you want a decent breakfast, you'll likely be required to consume it on a milk crate in a situation easily mistaken for a council hard-rubbish pick-up.

The New York Cafe in Budapest. Picture by Shutterstock
The New York Cafe in Budapest. Picture by Shutterstock

Better to travel to Budapest, where you can't call somewhere a cafe unless it looks as if at least one emperor has lived in it. A classic Budapest coffeehouse would be ashamed to serve guests in surroundings even slightly underdressed for a state banquet and less than 98 per cent festooned with marble, gold, stucco, statuary and chandeliers (the remaining two per cent is for red velvet - the curtains, not the cake).

In Budapest cafes, your barista wears a tux rather than tatts, and your Starbucks name should be something like Count Ludwig Ferdinand von Habsburg-Schlossanger II.

Many of the 500 or so coffeehouses that graced Buda and Pest on either side of the Danube in the city's late 18th-century golden era remain, and while Mal might waltz in and vote for Vienna, nowhere out-dazzles a Budapest pastry palace. The New York Cafe, built in 1894, is still widely regarded as the world's most beautiful cafe. An Italian renaissance extravaganza of alabaster columns, angels and elaborate ceiling frescoes on a majestic scale, it looks like the maximalist lovechild of the Sistine Chapel and Palace of Versailles - with the added benefit of chefs' signatures like hazelnut and buttercream Esterhazy torte and a cappuccino topped with 24-carat gold flakes.

Then there's damask-swathed Gerbeaud, rocking rococo since 1858, with Louis XIV-style stucco ceilings and crystal chandeliers; once a haunt for composer Franz Liszt and Austro-Hungarian Empress Elisabeth, and the birthplace of the cognac cherry bonbon.

Long before Mal, myself and the modern literati were tapping our laptops over a latte, Hungary's greatest writers were working out of Budapest's coffeehouses. An entire magazine was edited from the 1887-built Central Grand Cafe and intellectuals debated at its Scholar Table over cake, while legendary Hungarian writer Frigyes Karinthy hung out at Hadik so often the cafe still has a cocktail named after him.

And 178 years ago this weekend (on March 15), Hungarian poet activist Sandor Petofi launched the 1848 revolution from Pilvax Cafe - showing that even radicals can't resist a scrumptious strudel and a bougie backdrop.

Vienna's as flat as an Austrian crepe, while the Hungarian capital soars into spectacular hills topped by dramatic Buda Castle. The icing on the cake: Budapest's nine thermal bathhouses. Dip in for a detox, then pile on the pastries again. In Budapest you really can have your cake and eat it.