Since 1880

A story that lives on.

A house full of encounters. And a piece of Vienna that has stayed.

1880

The beginning of a
Viennese institution.

Explore the timeline
Historic exterior of Café Sperl with its staff
  1. 1880

    A coffee house is born.

    Gross and Jelinek, the architects of the Ronacher theatre, design the café. In December the Sperl family takes over, and the café receives the name it still bears today.

  2. 1884

    A name remains.

    Adolf Kratochwilla takes over. His family runs the Sperl until 1968.

  3. 1895

    Art at the regulars’ table.

    The Siebener Club meets at the Sperl. The Hagengesellschaft also makes it their regular haunt.

  4. 1897

    The dawn of modernism.

    The Vienna Secession emerges from this circle of artists.

  5. 1929

    A winter brings Vienna to a standstill.

    Bitter cold and frozen water pipes force even the coffee houses to close for a time.

  6. 1941–45

    The war years.

    Blackouts and rationing shape everyday life. In 1945 Mariahilf becomes part of the French occupation zone.

  7. 1950

    New times, new cafés.

    Espresso bars begin to compete with Vienna’s traditional coffee houses.

  8. 1968

    The Staub family.

    On 1 June, Manfred Staub takes over Café Sperl.

  9. 1983

    Preserving what endures.

    The restoration keeps the café’s time-honoured atmosphere and uncovers the original parquet floor.

  10. 1988

    International acclaim.

    Roy Ackerman names the Sperl coffee house of the year.

  11. 1999

    In first place.

    In the Tafelspitz ranking, the Sperl receives the highest rating of all coffee houses.

  12. 2012

    A golden coffee pot.

    Manfred and Monika Staub receive the Golden Coffee Pot award for the Sperl.

  13. Today

    The Sperl remains the Sperl.

    Time for a Melange. For a conversation. For a new chapter that begins with a visit.

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A pianist at the grand piano in Café Sperl

A living cultural treasure

History has a seat at the table.

A coffee house lives through the people who visit it. Between newspapers, billiards and the piano, an afternoon becomes a memory.

Inside the Sperl