Have you ever gone on a trip to Europe and been forced, due to budgetary constraints, to spend the night in a sketchy hostel, only to wake up in the middle of the night in the crowded communal room you’re sleeping in to see the silhouette of a man puking his guts out only a few feet away from where you’re sleeping?

Me neither.

But I digress. Recently, Andrew and friends made the haj to a little town called Vienna, where they sought to hunt the beast known as the Austrian Whynatte, tracking down the elusive beverage at a place known as the Wombat Hostel. As legend has it, the place is called Wombat because it – like the city of Vienna – was founded by a lecherous but otherwise friendly colony of Wombats.

Four shots of Jager, ready to be deployed into latte. If you zoom in closely on the menu, you can see that a “Red Bull Boat” (consisting of a bottle of vodka and 6 Red Bulls) can be purchased for 45 Euro (or 60 dollars). “Whynatte Boat” is not yet on the menu, but will be soon.

Andrew’s posse (from left to right): Radomir, Angelika, Andrew and Massomiliano.

Writes Andrew, “The guy in the crazy flower hat is Daniel the bartender. His English vocabulary is now hello, Thank you, and Whynatte.” A suggestion for Daniel the bartender: You might also want to learn to say, “Please pardon my frightening appearance.”