2, 3, 4, 5, B, Q at Atlantic Ave.; D, M, N, R at Atlantic Ave.-Pacific St.
Prices
$13-$22
Payment Methods
American Express
Special Features
Bar Scene
Brunch - Weekend
Great Desserts
Prix-Fixe
Alcohol
Full Bar
Reservations
Recommended
Profile
Before Danube, before Wallsé, before Cafe Sabarsky, there was Vienna 79 and its pioneering chef, Thomas Ferlesch, who after an eleven-year run at Café des Artistes has reemerged in Fort Greene, where he’s opened this Viennese bistro. Think Wiener schnitzel, think beef goulash, and, especially, think dessert, like farmer-cheese strudel and linzertorte (mit schlag). — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld
Brunch
Sat.–Sun., 10:30 a.m.–3:30 p.m.
Prix-Fixe Menu Mon.; three courses, $19.55
5.0
"Mixed Reviews" Average Reader Rating on a Scale of 10
A couple of years back, this place was great. It's really gone downhill, despite the upkeep of the marvelous decor. The last couple of times I've gone recently, I've been really disappointed. The service has been lazy and careless: tables were sticky, the wait staff could care less about taking your order or making sure everything is all right. The last time I went, the mussels were room temperature. After finding our waitress at the bar, talking with the kitchen staff, I complained gently about the food. She agreed to replace it, but by this time an hour had gone by. The service drags the whole experience down. With all the great places to go to in Fort Greene and Park Slope, why bother? Want Austrian food - try Lederhosen in Manhattan.
The bar is perfect for a late afternoon beer, in a setting imported impeccably from German realms. It has a McNallian attention to regional, looks-like-it's-been-here-forever detail.
It has serious onion soup. One of the two best in the city, with a broth full, meaty and light,and strings of cheese to create some interactive moments with your partner. Sure, it's schnitzel and goulash all the way, but that's why it's so comforting. Plain good food. I had the schnitzel - two not untender planks of veal in a crispy crust, with lots of fresh lemon for squeezing, predictably accompanied by sauteed potatoes and a cucumber salad. No surprizes. My Hungarian boyfriend had the goulash, made with beef cheeks - mouth-melting and falling apart on the fork.
Our waiter made mistakes. Wrong salad and the wrong wine. His counterpart, with an even more Teutonic accent, sent us some pacifying champagne and elderberry cocktails with dessert. A bizarre-looking green drink, it was the thought that counted in this case.
I'll go back for the solid, simple good look of the dining room, the impersonal and proper bar, and the daily specials chalked up outside on a blackboard.