I was concerned that it would be a little touristy -- and it probably is -- but I didn't hear a lot of English being spoken. There were clearly locals there and the average patron's age was probably 25 (it was dark, so I still fit in). Anyway, we had a good meal and I wanted to try the palinka -- Hungarian fruit brandy. I walked up to a decidedly unimpressed female bartender and looked at the chalkboard with about 10 kinds of palinka. I confidently ordered the first plum version on the menu, trying to pronounce it correctly in Hungarian. She looked blankly at me and the following conversation ensued:
"What did you want?" she asked.
I said it again.
She asked me again.
And I said it again.
And then she asked, "Why do you want that?"
"Uh, I like plums?" (My confidence was waning at this point.)
"That's the worst. You should try this [other kind of plum palinka]."
I wasn't thinking quickly enough to ask why they would serve something that she thought was so terrible, but in any event, the prices were the same, so I went with her selection. Maybe she was angling for a tip because she was "saving" me from my terrible selection. Anyway, the palinka was 100 proof and I don't really feel the need to try it again, though you should try it once. And in case you get the same bartender, order the second plum palinka on the menu, not the first.
Here's the upstairs terrace connecting 2 buildings at Szimpla Kert. You can see the various rooms along the sides. |
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