It was my dad's birthday this past week and he said he wanted to celebrate by having ice cream at a place that, much more than just an ice cream parlour, is a true institution in Vienna.
What could this mean if not Let's go to Tichy? That's right, nothing. So to Tichy we went.
An eternity ago (1955) a man named Kurt Tichy opened this ice cream place on the corner of Rotenhofgasse and Reumannplatz and business took off immediately. Theirs used to be my favourite ice cream in all of Austria, especially the hazelnut flavoured one. Oh boy, just remembering it makes me want to go back in time and get a big huge portion!
Why go back in time? Did it close down? No, it's still right where it's always been. Is it not good anymore? Nope, it's still so delicious that select restaurants and cafes all over the country but their ice cream in bulk so they can offer their patrons a special treat. It's still so delicious that when I'm in the airport ore a train station I regularly hear the words: "The first thing I'm going to do now that I'm back in the country is get an ice cream from Tichy!" No kidding. But then what's changed? My tastes and preferences, unfortunately. I just don't like that creamy and thick kind of ice cream anymore. Otherwise, I would have been making daily trips to that corner of our district!
You should definitely do that if you're visiting Vienna. If you live here, then I guess I don't have to tell you, because you know exactly what I'm talking about and your inner child is flashing everyone its sweet-tooth in a huge grin that says Oh Yesss!
If that wasn't enough to convince you, then check this out: a ground-breaking invention was made here in the late sixties.
In 1967, Kurt Tichy invented the Eismarillenknödel - a sweet apricot dumpling made of ice cream, apricot sorbet and ground hazelnuts. He got the patent for his sweet treat after a short while and since then has added other kinds of Eisknödel to his assortment.
This, fortunately, is something I still like. No, love! My tastes haven't changed that much. That's why I ordered the four-Knödel-special when dad and I went there on Thursday.
Wait, isa, you had four of these things?! No, duh, of course I didn't. I said I ordered that. Dad was the one who ate it. But that's what dads are for, isn't it?
Even though he had his own ice cream cup as well! That's what I call a hero.
Now, you've been given an important piece of advice: Go to Tichy!
More about last week.