The word “legendary” is certainly overused when describing Vienna. But talk to a few local gourmands, mention the delicatessen “Urbanek” and speculation’s abound: Is it true that Gerhard Urbanek has a secret warehouse where he ripens his runny Pont l’eveque? Was his truck filled with pata negra really hijacked? Why does he whisper when he pulls out the truffles hidden under the counter? How does he fit so many people—politicians, oenophiles, hipsters with spare change—into four square meters of shop space to discuss the virtues of Spanish versus Italian air-cured ham?

And how does Wolfgang Puck find the time to stop by to learn a thing or two?

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