woensdag, april 05, 2006

Food in Budapest

Budapest is all about desserts.



These were found at Gerbeaud, a place not far from where we stayed in Pest.



We read that this was a great place for pastries, and it was. However, we were a little taken back when we tried to pay for it and our waitress refused our money. Not because they were comping us our food and coffee, but because the 5,000 Forint bill (about 20 Euro) we tried to pay for it with had a little tear in it.

"Oh no," says our waitress, "I can't accept that. That is no good."
"What?" we ask.
"I'm sorry, but it has a tear in it. Do you have anything else?"
"No," we said firmly and in unison. (We were learning, by now.)
"Credit cards?"
"No."
"Oh just a minute then," she said. The "you assholes" part of her reply was implied.
She came back about 5 minutes later with our change.


Right across the way at the market,



There was more food, food, food.



And after the meal, cinnamon rolls - heated over a fire on a wooden spool.




Then some hot mulled wine to finish it off.



By the time we left we had almost forgotten about the times we had either been ripped off or hassled.


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posted by Scott at 9:22 a.m. Permalink

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Anonymous Anoniem said...

The food looks yummy, but to expect that no bills have any tears in them ... she must not have many customers left. Is it ok if the bills been folded? I'd make sure mine had moutaches drawn on them :-)

12:49 a.m.  
Blogger Scott said...

Well, what we decided was that it was a remnant of the Eastern European culture. The rules were random and harshly enforced. I'm convinced that in time, it will become a model EU state. I'm still glad I saw it now, in its rougher form. It was a bit more hassle, but when so much of the world has been built on the model of Dallas, rough can be a breath of fresh air.

6:48 p.m.  

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