The Final Budapestian Leg

Budapestian is probably not a word.

Anyways, as promised, I am going to finish up talking about our trip.

Sunday was our last full day in the city and we found this little place for breakfast called Stika. It was adorably hipster and so good.


There were quite a few egg-oriented dishes that caught my fancy. I had an Eggs Florentine with hollandaise and spinach. It was amazing.


We headed off to the House of Terror, a museum which has exhibits of the Communist and Fascist eras in Hungary. It was really eye opening and crazy to think that only recently this country got its freedom from various groups occupying it over the years. 


We hoped the fog died away. It did not. Nonetheless, we went to the Buda side of the Danube River to Fisherman’s Bastion.


Normally you can see gorgeous views. Not today. Instead we just explored the area and found a Hungarian restaurant called Cafe Miro for lunch. I had Beef Stew with Buttered Dumplings.

And Tim had a Catalan Cheese Soup in a bread bowl.


We did a lot more walking going from the Buda side to the Pest side across one of the many bridges.

With more fog.



Oh and there is a 0 km marker from which all distances in Hungary are measured. Pretty cool.


After walking for a while, we got hungry again (and cold!). I promise there were a few hours in between each feeding time. We found a really cute cafe called Jégbüfé with all kinds of treats


I have no idea what I ate but it was really good. Light and flaky. We went back to the hotel for a bit and then went out to dinner (once again, hours later) to a restaurant called Fatál

Normally we try to just randomly find restaurants but I did come across this one in my research prior to the trip. It serves Hungarian dishes but modernized. It was SO worth it. We would go back in a heartbeat. The prices were very reasonable and there were huge portions.


We started off with a appertif, Palinka (explained in my previous post). It might have been apricot flavored. 


I had Pork Medallions Hungarian Style and Tim had


the Roast Pork Brasho Style. He said it was like having hash and amazing hash. We had so much food left over, I was sad that we had nowhere to store any leftovers at the hotel. We clearly had two meals from each of our dishes. 

We had heard about pubs called ruin pubs in Budapest. These places are located in former Jewish Ghettos that never got fully renovated after the war. People decided to make these into much happier places and turned them into eclectic bars. We walked to one called Mazel Tov. From the outside it looked sketchy.


But it felt like a resort inside. It was so bright and airy, we absolutely loved it. The food looked amazing as it was Israeli/Middle-Eastern cuisine, one of my favorites.


We had a couple of drinks


Then called it a night as we had to get up on the early side in the morning to fly out.

As I mentioned, it was such a cool city and I highly recommend a visit. It felt like a cross between Berlin and Prague. We would love to go back when the weather is nicer so we can actually see across the Danube River. It was a perfect way to spend Christmas.

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