Man, used to be when we got homesick for our backpacking years, we would have to look hard for a place in Baltimore that could conjure up the memories of a café in Central Europe. Thank you, Bun Shop. Thank you for the gilded ceiling beams which make us pine for Vienna. It's almost hypnotizing to watch the pieces of gold leaf on the ceiling fans whirl in the air. The rest of Bun Shop's interior is dark, but the gold brightens the space, little natural light needed. It's like sitting in a Gustav Klimt painting. Oh yeah-and the buns and the Vietnamese coffees are pretty good too, and we love the super-late hours.