Aron Peter
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Alright, buckle up buttercup, because this place is a mood.
So, you wanna dive headfirst into a Hungarian stereotype? Well, congratulations, you've hit the jackpot! They operate on the "weigh it, you slay it" principle, which is fantastic news if your stomach has the volume of a small car. I, for instance, masterfully curated a culinary masterpiece featuring a chicken schnitzel doing the tango with some deep-fried, breaded cheese, all snuggled up next to a pile of chips and a cheeky little posse of mixed pickles. And that's just scratching the surface! They've got all the heavy hitters: blood sausages that whisper tales of the countryside, stuffed cabbage that probably weighs more than your first pet – the whole shebang.
Now, let's talk ambiance. They tried with the Hungarian decor, bless their hearts. Think "basic but gets the job done," like that one slightly wonky picture your grandma insists on keeping. But the music, oh the music! It's the kind of stuff you'd expect to hear echoing through a sleepy village or maybe soundtracking the existential angst of a concrete council estate. We all secretly bop along, but publicly? Deny, deny, deny!
And the service? Ah, the legendary Hungarian hospitality! Now, some delicate flower might interpret their brisk efficiency as "rude." But let me let you in on a little secret: they're not singling you out. They treat everyone with the same delightful level of "get on with it." Honestly, I'd rather have my food promptly than endure some phony grin that doesn't reach their soul.
The damage? A mere 4800HUF, which translates to roughly €12 or a tenner. For that princely sum, I consumed enough calories to hibernate for a week. Seriously, it was probably more food than a sensible human eats in a day.
So, if your idea of a good time involves tackling a mountain of classic, meat-centric Hungarian grub and you appreciate a certain... unvarnished approach to service, then my friend, this place is your culinary Everest. Go forth and conquer!