I always wondered what eating in a revolving restaurant would be like. Surely, I would be too dizzy to read the menu. Thankfully, the reality was quite different. My adventure to the Donauturm progressed from dangling my phone over a 75m high ledge to take photos of the view, and the rediscovery of automatic doors, into a night of strolling through the city; jumping on new tram lines; being the only ones in the park not exercising, and ice cream.
Ps. When deciding which piece of chicken to eat first, always start with the bigger one. I still haven’t managed to get that life lesson down. And remember… golf kills.