Friday, November 4, 2016

Marga

Marga means "soil" in Hungarian.  Hands down, it served the best meal we ate in Budapest, although Wednesday's goulash soup ran a close second.

In New York, a restaurant like Marga would be booked months in advance and the meal, including cocktails and wine, would have have cost four times as much.  We were lucky, though.  A few minutes later and the kitchen would have closed.

There's nothing like an amuse bouche at both ends of dinner to tickle your palate!










Friday night in the former Jewish ghetto was happening.





One vintage store sold the kind of roller skates Thom used to wear at the Roxy.  Those were the days.  We went back to the hotel and bed.





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