I’ve oft lamented the lack of traditional coffee houses in Budapest- traditional as in actually surviving with an adventure or two since the golden times of imperial coffee consumption. It’s a bit sad to see a city with so much history often loose track of it- shiny new things are great, but sometimes you need…
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Barlove: London Coffee Society
I must confess to being immune to most modern diet fads- and am proud of it too. Just the other day, when a creative cook sneaked super healthy broccoli onto my otherwise excellent ravioli I felt as happy as a T-Rex ogling the horizon to discover a giant ball of hell’s fire headed straight for…
Barlove: Caffé San Marco
These days cities are awash with coffee shops, brew bars, specialty coffee houses and the likes, many of which function as so-called ‘coffices’, spaces where people engage in all sorts of mostly laptop based work alongside their espressos, flat whites and chatter. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to complain of such places…
Barlove: Bambi presszó and Mókusch café and deli
During my studies, I spent a considerable time plundering the second hand bookshops of Múzeum körút- few things filled my student’s heart with more joy than deciding it was (yet again) time to skip morphology and go treasure hunting. A very particular category of these treasures was a series of thin pocket books called Our…
Barlove: Blaznavac Kafe-bar
I have these grand ideas every now and then, which look shiny and beautiful, and I promise myself I’ll start working on them, tomorrow, and soon they will be born and when materialized, will be as shiny as beautiful as the original thought. Doing a photographic review of my favourite haunts is such an idea,…
Pocket Diary Budapest 