This famous café should have died a proper death when it lost its space at the corner of Joachimsthaler Straße, but instead the old dame was relegated to her squat red-and-white striped turret on the roof, one step closer to God. An elevator opens to what could be an airport lounge from the eighties, though there are a coveted few tables on the balcony. The selection of cakes and ice cream concoctions has been greatly reduced, and it's best to remember the Kranzler as it used to be.