Though pretty much everything I’ve been eating in Budapest has been great, Mangalica Mennyország was a bit of a mixed bag.
Fried chicken sandwiches are one of those universally delicious foods that’s basically impossible not to love. I’m pretty sure every country in the world enjoys some variation on the dish; it’s crispy, meaty, tasty, and convenient.
There’s no English menu at Norbi Étkezde, only a chalkboard with the day’s offerings written in Hungarian (the restaurant is a tiny little place, with no tables and two small counters on either side to sit); it’s not particularly easy to order here.
There’s a popular breakfast in Budapest called langos — fried bread, traditionally topped with sour cream and cheese.
A vendor at the back of the Rákóczi Market Hall called JóKrisz Lángos Sütöde serves these things, and man, they’re good.
So far, the food I’ve tried in Prague has been extremely okay. Completely inoffensive — tasty, even — but nothing that’s going to get my heart rate up.
Despite being right in the middle of an exceptionally touristy area (it’s maybe a five minute walk from Prague Castle), U Kocoura not only has some decent food, but it’s relatively cheap, too.
After having a decent but fairly underwhelming sausage at Václavsky Gril, I had unfinished business. Surely I could find a great quality sausage in Prague.
Occasionally, you’ll hear about a dish that you immediately need to try. I recently learned that pickled cheese is a thing that exists in Czech pubs, and of course, my interest was piqued.
Okay fine, it was more than piqued. Pickled cheese?? I needed to try it immediately.
There’s some debate about whether French fries were invented in France or Belgium, but the consensus seems to be that it was probably the latter.