I felt so lucky eating in Budapest.
Since it was a small city, it was easy to choose where to go for some good quality breakfast – and not the kind served by a smiling red-headed clown. Since it’s rather cosmopolitan, the levels (not to mention the portions!) were as good as any major city anywhere, and the best part, it was cheap, which made me both giddy and depressed. The latter because I knew at the end of the day, when all was said and done, I eventually had to get back to the reality of Amsterdam prices.
Our very first breakfast in Budapest had its own little oasis of a park. It felt like a scene out of Alice in Wonderland. The sad part was the main dining room apparently was closed till the end of the month (now why didn’t their web site say that!) and all that was left was a small little bakery right below it. So no hot meals this time, just a cappuccino and some satisfying, fresh-baked, oven goodies.
Sad to say, while I soaked the atmosphere and was more than satisfied with what we got, my partner couldn’t survive more than a couple of hours before grabbing something else to eat.
It’s so hard to please everyone sometimes.