Croissants

On New Year’s Eve 1998, I was on a Eurocity train from Strasbourg to Vienna, a ride that clearly has left an impression. As part of our winter Interrail, Sofi and I had made a spur-of-the-moment decision to travel to the Austrian capital for New Year’s and we were now having breakfast in the restaurant car just as the train crossed over into Baden-Württemberg. This was at a time when there were still some onboard culinary standards with white linen tablecloths and non-microwaved food. Anyhow, I very much remember the waiter profusely apologizing for the possibility that the croissants could be a bit dry. They were not.