sible to obtain good coffee, properly made, in any European country,
even England, in the homes of the people, but seldom in the hotels or
restaurants.

[Illustration: COFFEE AL FRESCO IN JERUSALEM]

AUSTRIA. Coffee is made in Austria after the French style, usually by
the drip method or in the pumping percolator device, commonly called the
Vienna coffee machine. The restaurants employ a large-size urn fitted
with a combination metal sieve and cloth sack. After the ground coffee
has infused for about six minutes, a screw device raises the metal
sieve, the pressure forcing the liquid through the cloth sack containing
the ground coffee.

Vienna cafes are famous, but the World War has dimmed their glory. It
used to be said that their equal could not be found for general
excellence and moderate prices. From half-past eight to ten in the
morning, large numbers of people were wont to breakfast in them on a cup
of coffee or tea, with a roll and butter. _Melange_ is with milk;
"brown" coffee is darker, and a _schwarzer_ is without milk. In all the
cafes the visitor may obtain coffee, tea, liqueurs, ices, bottled beer,
ham, eggs, etc. The Cafe Schrangl in the Graben is typical. Then there
are the dairies, with coffee, a unique institution. In the _Prater_
(public park) there are many interesting cafes.

Charles J. Rosebault says in the _New York Times_:

The cafe of Vienna has been imitated all over the world--but the
result has never failed to be an imitation. The nearest approach to
the genuine in my experience was the upstairs room of the old
Fleischman Cafe in New York. That was because the average New
Yorker knew it not and it remained sacred to the internationalists:
the musicians, artists, writers, and other Bohemians to whom had
been intrusted the secret of its existence. It is the spirit that
counts, and it was the spirit of its frequenters that made the
Vienna cafe. It was everyman's club, and everywoman's, too, where
one went to relax and forget all the worries of existence, to look
over papers and magazines from all parts of the world and printed
in every known language, to play chess or skat or taracq, to chat
with friends and to drink the inimitable Viennese coffee, the
fragrance of which can no more be described than the perfume of
last year's violets.

The cafe was filled after the noon meal, when busy men took their
coffe