Austrian culture minister joins those paying tribute to coffee house owner who hosted princes and postwar displaced Andy Warhol stopped by for a coffee. So did princes, paupers, playwrights, poets and untold thousands for whom a visit to Vienna was unthinkable without a cup served by the bow-tied little man with the perpetual dancing smile. In this city of more than 1,900 cafes, Leopold Hawelka was an icon, as much part of Cafe Hawelka as its tables – scarred by burned-out cigarettes, their marble tops worn smooth by the elbows of four generations. He served tourists, the rich and the famous, and the neediest of the needy – the ragged Viennese masses who crowded his establishment over a free glass of water to escape the cold of their bombed-out city after the second world war. Hawelka’s daughter, Herta, said he died in his sleep and “without pain” on Thursday aged 100, leaving behind a legacy as intimately linked with the city as any of its palaces or art collections

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