Sunday – our second day in Budapest.
We went to breakfast at the NY Cafe, which Anna had found in her book which focused on architecture. And inside was insanely beautiful. It originally opened in 1894, and was completely renovated in 2001-2006 to take it back to its original state. I had french toast, and when it came out it was three neat little squares and no syrup. I asked the waiter for some and he said, “oh no no no…this is hungarian french toast, it is the best in the world, no need for syrup, it is salty not sweet.” It did come with a side salad so I trusted his word. Well it was light, and fluffy and eggy tasting….but I would have preferred it with syrup.
After that we walked across the river to Buda, all around the castle area. Including the National Gallery of Art, which contained all Hungarian…
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