Well... somewhat new, at any rate.
The restaurant itself is excellentii, both in relative terms (I suspect it might be Budapest's finestiii) and absolute (I don't specifically know if it's starred, but would not in the slighest be surprised if it were -- I certainly had worse at Michelin's favourites). So no, Budapest is definitely not an expensive city, at the top end of the scale. At the bottom end of the scale everything's the same everywhere anyway ; as to the middle, that ever vanishing, evanescent middle... well, frankly, I have no fucking idea. Maybe it is expensive, yes.
Budapest happens to have the oldest metro system in Europe, and in some places this kinda still shows -- downtown line 1 is eminently stupid, for instance, as it provides no crossings. You have to go underground in the right direction or no dice. Whatever, I'm sure it was pretty impressive back in 1895.
Hooters went out of business. And can you blame them ?
Fortunately for everyone involved, Timisoara is the cultural capital of the European Union. Because totallies.
Saluti a tutti!———
- For the incorigibly curious, Borjupaprikas x3, Baranyfarto x1, Lassan sult Stefania x2. [↩]
- Best entertainment I even recall. The waiter, let's call him Lajos, was this lanky fellow, deeply (if unintentionally) humorous through his brusque inadequacy. Behind us sat a bunch of retarded old women, definitely EU bureaucracy, talking English with a thick French accent, utter structured bollocks, bullshit and such nonsense as they are wont to sprout. Just as I was considering asking to be moved -- I have no fucking idea who the fuck can bear pantsuits while eating, but they have a stronger stomach than I -- Lajos intervened. He asked the annoyant-en-chef if she's from France, which she confirmed. He asked where in France, and she chortled Paris. He assured her that in his oppinion, the Parisians are the truest Frenchers there are ; moreover that he himself visited Paris, and could see with his own eyes what truly French people there dwell. Except, he continued imperturbably, at the periphery -- god knows what dwells there, all sorts of arabs and things. They're not even very white, how do you say this, their skin is funny.
Believe you me that took care of any further "let me tell you what ze Americains need" and such gunk -- in no small part because I was laughing my ass off, and openly commenting the encounter for my own girls.
The stupid old cunts left within ten minutes, hopefully to go drown themselves in the darkest river they could find. And always remember -- if you don't make old women's life a living hell, they'll make yours. #NoMercy. [↩]
- Certainly the other patrons seem to think so, what with all the dainty popping the question tables for two and careful ordering all around. [↩]