So it’s that time of the year again when on March the 1st I wake up, look out the window, notice the same drab morning grays, the same freezing dachshund in tiny pink overcoat being dragged along by a heavily indisposed human, the same slightly annoying drizzle, the same child wielding a particularly pointy umbrella…
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Barlove: Espresso Embassy
I’ll cut straight to the chase: in my humble yet I would say pretty well informed opinion, based on downing hundreds, if not thousands of coffee cups in a wide array of Budapest establishments which offer it these days, Espresso Embassy is the best. Since it’s also among the first third wave coffee shops to…
Barlove: Castro Bistro
The whole point of having a relaxed late winter (a bit of wishful thinking here, I guess) Sunday in the city is not to have any rules, but sometimes you really can’t refuse the universe, as the great master of everything, Leonard Cohen so rightly put it. So our not so ad-hoc rule, which actually…
The Big White- A Winter Walk at Normafa
Whenever I go up to Normafa, I feel a bit like one of the Bagginses setting out on an adventure. As the bus or the cogwheel train makes its unhurried way up the hillside, I am slowly surrounded by names that would not sound out of place in a Tolkien story- or Winnie the Pooh’s…
Just a Bit of Frozen Planning
Every now and then I get linguistic crushes: I grow very affectionate of expressions in a certain language, and often suffer when I find they are nigh untranslatable. That’s probably their charm in the first place- finding them I feel I discovered a way of saying something I hadn’t known before. Such is the French…
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…
Transition Random- from Summer to Autumn
One day I will probably make peace with the fact that I always run out of schedule with the monthly randoms, but until then I can pretend that at least this time I actually meant the stuff to run over two months, and therefore cover the transition from summer to autumn and such. No, of…
Pocket Diary Budapest 