The Café West End Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten blew me out as usual, and it was all I could do to stumble back to the hotel to sleep. I woke after 10pm and forced myself out just after midnight to try Maxim at Karlsplatz. It was as bad as I always expected it to be. Lots—lots—of skinny-looking girls, coming up to you one after the other. The dancing was pretty non-stop but as always topless only. You can f–k the girls, so why on earth can you not see them without knickers? Bizarre. The place had the feel of a Browns or Horns in London, which means pretty awful. So disappointed was I that I just left after one beer and came straight back to the hotel and back to bed. Good thing was the metro runs all night in Vienna on Fridays & Saturdays. Oh, but haha there was such a long wait for the next metro back to Westbahnhof I ended up walking all the way back to the hotel from Maxim’s. A 20-minute walk perhaps.