10 coffee stops we can't quit

Every route we ride is, if we are honest, a line drawn between coffee stops. After three seasons of rigorous field testing, the club has opinions. Strong ones.

The atlas runs from the obvious (Balthasar, when the ride ends in the second district) to the sacred: the bakery in Klosterneuburg whose name we are genuinely reluctant to print, because the queue is already long enough and half of it is wearing our kit.

Rules of the atlas: an espresso should cost less than a gel, a Topfengolatsche counts as ride nutrition, and any stop that lets fourteen sweaty cyclists park their bikes against the window without complaint earns permanent tenure.