Continued from Budapest Day 2 Part 1.
I am shallow. Only ordered this because of how pretty it looked. It was pretty sweet, but not quite as sweet as American sugary cakes. I have no idea what substances are in this cake and that’s OK because you don’t need a personality when you look this pretty.
Puli! It’s got to have been years since I’ve seen one of these breeds. If I had a Puli, I’d bring a boombox and play Bob Marley every time I took him/her out for a walk. The dog would also leave a overpowering scent of patchouli wherever he/she walks by. Yes, I am making fun of hippies.
They had a little changing of the guards ceremony while we were here. Are they proud that they got assigned this antiquated ceremonial duty, or do they feel stupid putting on a little show in front of the tourists? They had to do some flamboyant steps during the ceremony. Oh God, all the tourists are taking photos us. I feel like an idiot. They are all thinking what no one is saying.
I like the compactness of Budapest. We walked a lot more here than Berlin because we could walk from spot to spot instead of having to take a subway long distances across the city.
As I am typing this several days after the fact, I remember seeing the woman with the colorful outfit the next day in Budapest Day 3. That’s the problem with colorful outfits, people always know if you’ve taken a shower or not. Today I also saw an Asian family, presumably Korean, who ate at our dinner spot last night. They were just out and about sightseeing. All the tourists hang out in the same spots.
The Hungarian food place that was recommended by our hotel had exactly zero customers inside. Granted, it was late at around 9:00PM. We decided to walk around and look for another place that was more lively to eat at.
Goulash soup!! It was insanely salty. I think when the cook poured in salt, the lid fell off and an whole entire full cylinder of Morton’s iodized salt fell into the pot not much bigger than my bowl of soup. I couldn’t drink the soup, but ate all the solid pieces. SO had also ordered the goulash soup after I had ordered mine, and then I told her that it was salty. Well, she asked the waiter for one less salty, and the reply was that all the soups were ready made. Hah, SO, you shall suffer my fate!
Amazingly, SO’s soup came out without an entire cylinder of Morton’s iodized salt! She said that it was the best goulash soup she’s ever had…I wish mine didn’t have an island of salt in the middle of my soup. Speaking of goulash, the Hungarian variety is different from what I had in mind. I keep on thinking of goulash as the German variety where it’s thicker, almost like a pasta sauce that they put on pasta. Or the Austrian variety where they pour it over dumplings and put a fried egg on top. I’ve made goulash with the best of both worlds. Over pasta with fried egg on top! YUM!!!
SO picked up my camera on the table and took this spy photo of me. I was mesmerized by the accordion player. The musicians were serenading the table in this photo, and then they played a different song and the whole table broke out into song! I’d imagine they were playing some sort of traditional Hungarian folk song. Again, I wish we had that kind of tradition in the US.
To be continued at Budapest Day 3.