Würstelstand

My final week in Vienna! Only three more days and I'm outta here for good! So I thought I should pay tribute to the local Würstelstand (sausage stall) that we occasionally visit when our plane lands late at night and everywhere else is closed. It's either quaint or embarrassing that the woman behind the counter recognises us and knows our regular order (a cheesy sausage and a small beer each).