Monday

As I said earlier we were able to splurge by visiting establishments that were in the upper stratosphere but thanks to the exchange rate were totally within our reach. Food, service, ambiance all great.

But and here is the but!

A fancy and good restaurant is great. Most of the time they provide memorable experiences. But no matter how we look at it we are paying for all those frills.

We were lucky enough to find small, non descript eating places where the food was great, beautiful sidewalk seating, pleasant service and extremely reasonable pricing.

There was one where we went back about four times. Their menu consisted of items not usually found in fancier restaurants but mostly made in our Mothers' kitchens and that was the kind of food we both craved.

We also found a great Transylvanian (Erdelyi) restaurant far outside the city where we had just fantastic food while sitting on wooden benches and eating at a wooden table. Our problem was that when we wanted to go back a second time it turned out they were closed on Sunday.

There is a Hungarian thing called langos. It is some kind of dough dropped in hot oil and it comes out fried almost looking like a pizza. But it is nothing like pizza. It is a lot better.

I just love this stuff. My Mother used to make it for dinner. I love it with lots of garlic on it because I am convinced that is the best way to eat it. I was lucky enough to have this delicacy four times during our stay. Now this thing one can not get in any kind of restaurant.

One has to know good backstreet places to find good food. And being from there does not hurt. The tourists don't venture out of the central area of the city but since we originated from there we didn't mind going anywhere.

And we certainly did.