Murilo S.
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A night that should’ve been special — but turned into a lesson in humiliation.
I don’t usually write reviews, but what happened last Saturday at Füge Udvar deserves to be told — mostly so no one else goes through the same thing.
It was my birthday. My partner had booked a table for around 20 people by email. When we arrived, we showed the confirmation to two staff members sitting by the bar. They told us to “go to the back and ask again.” After a confusing few minutes, another bartender finally said our tables were “the two in the middle, at the back.” Both were already taken — one by a big group of men. The bartender casually told us we could just ask them to leave.
How ironic.
We politely asked him to go there himself and explain that the tables were reserved. After a long wait, the groups eventually moved — and my friends began to arrive.
Later, I ordered my third gin and tonic from a kind waitress. Except… it wasn’t gin and tonic. It didn’t taste remotely like one. I went back to the bar, apologized, and kindly explained something was wrong. She handed my drink to a visibly irritated man at the register. He stirred it with a straw, took a sip, and said, “Yes, it’s gin and tonic.” I even apologized again, thinking maybe I hadn’t mixed it properly. But I tasted it once more — still nothing like gin and tonic.
I asked a friend to try it, and she agreed: it was undrinkable. When I returned again to the bar, the same man told me he hated gin but was sure it was there. Then he violently snatched the glass from my hand, raised the gin bottle above his head, and poured it straight into my drink — in front of the entire queue — before shoving it back at me.
My friends were shocked. Knowing I struggle with depression and social anxiety since moving to Hungary, they tried to calm me down — because, honestly, that moment almost ruined my birthday.
Later, another friend tasted the drink and realized they had used sparkling water instead of tonic. That’s why it tasted so wrong. I went back, gently explained the mix-up, and asked him to remake it properly. He made another drink, angrily throwing things around, and handed it to me again with zero respect. I told him to next time don't humiliate the client for their mistake.
When leaving, I saw a fight breaking out between men in front of the club involving secitiries. It summed up the whole atmosphere.
If you’re looking for a friendly, safe, or celebratory place in Budapest — do yourself a favor and go somewhere else.
Actually, if you ever consider moving to Hungary… maybe think twice. You'll be treated bad mostly everywhere.
