let me tell you if you think you can get fat and Italy you can. But there’s no way you could stay thin in Budapest. I can’t get over how fantastic the food is and how easy it is to find something that you were going to love to consume. You’re going to be sad when your meal is over and wish you could start again.
On our first night we went for a wander around our little neighborhood. There are so many great smells from the street and it was a holiday weekend when most places would be close the next day so every restaurant was bustling with activity. Each hostess standing in the street recognizde that we spoke English and offered to help us with the menus.
The area we chose to eat was Liszt Ferenc square. Right by the Liszt school & loads of statues of Franz Liszt. The Cafe Vian had outdoor seating and a large menu. The staff was super friendly & went out of their way to recommend some great local Hungarian wine & dishes. I has traditional Chicken Paprikash – my favorite Hungarian dish.
Jake ordered the Duck Breast prepared medium rare with a creamy pepper sauce. I always thought the French had a good handle on their au poivre sauce, but I now know the Hungarians do it better. (Yes, I said it!) His sauce was spicy & sharp like biting int a peppercorn the cream didn’t over power or cut the flavor of the sauce… To die for!
Lastly we had some sweets. The Hungarians are famous for desert. It was a hard decision since everything on the menu sounded great and the people next to us had amazing looking sweets at their table. In the end, in honor of J’s Dad’s favorite we had lemon meringue pie. Wow! Never had better. I’m certain the crust was a pound of butter & it was not flaky in the sense I’m used to but I started from the back with the crust first.