Trippy new bar discovery at the specialty beer/microbrewery feszt at Mikszáth Kálmán tér. Now microbreweries and specialty beers are cool no doubt, but queueing up in line for 40 minutes to get one? Not so cool.
Living, breathing Budapest peepsicles have been a-missing, so here are some fine specimens of the Pest species indulging in ginger and lavendar and eldeflower yumminess in the run up to Hayley's departure.
Realistic with a good measure of optimism and cynicism thrown in to shake things up a little, scatty to some but organised to others, rational but harebrained in spurts. I love surprising myself. Boo yah!