BAMBI

We come here to (re)immerse ourselves in communist Hungary in the 1960s. At the Bambi, nothing seems to have moved: the red leather benches, the healed tables and their completely obsolete placemats, the decrepit curtains... The faithful are still there, too, playing dominoes and drinking, until more thirsty, in a corner of the room. Unbeatable prices: omelettes, sausages and other virsli (Frankfurt sausages), croque-monsieur and pastries. Large terrace in summer, perfect for drinking coffee or beer.