Well, I can say with pride that I have learned the phrase most essential to my survival in Hungary: I do not speak Hungarian. As an example, here is an account of my amazing interactions at a salon last week: Read more…
I manage to visit, apparently one of the hottest venues in Budapest, twice in one weekend. Meet Artemovsk 38 – a Ukrainian stone barge in former life – now a restaurant, bar, concert space, and dance hall all in one rusted body. On Friday we went to see a show of a gipsy musician –Mitsoura. Her shrill voice and accompanying blurry hippie-times style video made me feel stoned almost immediately, but overall the concert was impressive. On Saturday, we returned for a work party. The good part about A38 is that it’s enormous in size. This, of course, prevents the waters of Danube from moving it in any which direction, so even those weak of stomach when at sea will be fine.
Big props to Lonely Planet for having this place on the list of Budapest cheap eats. My new all time favorite chow paradise is well hidden on one of Pest’s tiny streets. I had an entire pot of Mushroom Goulash - quite possibly the best soup ever, only to be compared to my mom’s borsch, and a salad, which I wasn’t so impressed with. But who cares about leafy greens when you can have hearty soups and other delicacies delivered to the table in cute pots and pans?