Hi there. Like many of you, i’m just a girl stuck in a post-soviet city searching for love, or the next best thing; food. Soon y’all will get to know me as the hungry bunny, looking for love one restaurant at a time.
I am sure all of you out there in Budapest have had the exciting yet shameful experience of the “One Nighter”. I hope for your sake it either started or ended with a good soul replenishing meal at a nice expensive restaurant. For these blink of the eye relationships it is crucial that you are treated to a delicious meal because either you have earned it, or soon will deserve it and so much more.
Arriving home, to a home that is not yours, to a bed that is not yours at 6 in the morning with an almost empty bottle of Jack; might I say the typical set up for sex? Sleeping until 4 in the afternoon the next day, (well if you can call it sleeping really) works up an awesome appetite. I am sure even the most anorexic girl in the world would have an appetite that even King Louis XIV couldn’t beat.
Walking from the mysterious flat that you could have sworn never existed before the previous night; each footstep brings a new wave of regret and memories from the past 24 hours. Until that heavenly moment, when you have sunk deep down into the cushioned chairs, greeted by a friendly waiter.
This particular time it was a restaurant called BARCARDI ORIGINAL BAR, or better known as BOB. The location is fantastically nestled in the corner of Szent Istvan Ter with a breath taking view of Szent Istvan’s Basilica, making me go from the embarrassed girl to feeling like the princess of Budapest. Being treated to this restaurant was a life saver for there was no way in hell that I could have afforded it normally. Starting off the meal sharing a steak salad,
I decided to go for the gold and order a steak sandwich as well. The waiter was so considerate that he thought it his moral duty to point out to me that I would be eating two meals with steak and seeing that I was a woman he didn’t think I could handle it. I was so hungry, hung-over, and exhausted that I told him “no problem I can eat it”. Well the waiter was right it was too much meat but it was delicious to worry about it. The steak was cooked to perfection, in one bite the flavors exploded in your mouth leaving you wanting more and more. It was one of the best meals I’ve had in the year that I’ve been in Budapest. At the end of the meal I was feeling good about myself, and not feeling like I was just another girl who had fallen victim to the cursed one nighter.
Then about a month ago I was talking with my best friend who had gone out on one of many dates. He told me that this guy was better than the rest he had dated recently, because he bought him dinner at an expensive restaurant before heading back to his flat. He started to describe the restaurant. Red canopies over the outside seating, looking out over the square in front of Saint Stephan’s Basilica. It was at this point that it hit me; this is the bitch restaurant. It appears like a nice gesture on the surface but in reality it is just as cliché as the break up line “It’s not you, it’s me”.
As I have learned from the hit TV show Scrubs, “give a guy a blow job and he owes you for life” Well I hate to say this but we deserve much better than a wonderful meal at a restaurant that every man in Budapest, gay, straight or bi takes their one night flings to. But it’s a great start…
This restaurant is great for the food but one should be conscious of the people who are brining you there. Next time I will go with friends, or my mister right.
– Bacardi Original Bar – Az Utcabár, 1051 Budapest, Széchenyi tér 7-8, Tel +36 70 333 2161, firstname.lastname@example.org, www.bobbudapest.hu