I'd forgotten the name of the restaurant outside of Vienna where I'd eaten with my husband, my writing mate and her husband for my birthday many years ago. They had forgotten the name too.
My husband and I searched the internet for the name using the German and English words for asparagus, spargel and Vienna, Vien. We knew the area and the restaurant were known for white asparagus.
We looked at Google photos. "I found it," I called when I recognized the giant asparagus sculpture out front in a photo.
We scrolled through the photos on the restaurant's website. "They've a photo of our table," my husband said. They did. And the staircase with the photos of the celebrities that had eaten there including Elizabeth Taylor, the chandeliers and more.
Because it was my birthday, I was serenaded by a violinist. I suspect my German mother tongue writing mate gave the secret away. Of course, the conversation was equally good.
It is almost white asparagus season again. I will be in the South of France and the asparagus will be good, but part of me would like some from the Marchfelder fields and to be back outside of Vienna with my friends.
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