Category Archives: Budapest

On a long hike through Joseph’s Town on the way to Rosensteins I notice an attractive corner diner “Afrikai “. I decide to take refuge within, have a beer or two and relax as I’ve been on the go since … Continue reading →

Love the name. After a long, fruitless slog wherein I walked for a few hours from Pest to Buda via Margit Island only to find Csalagony 26 closed for summer vacation I’m at loose ends. I decide to continue walking … Continue reading →

Turns out I’m a Hungarian Jew. My mom will be surprised when I return stateside and begin questioning her genealogy. She hasn’t been that forthcoming so far but perhaps if I smoke a brisket the way Fulemule does she’ll spill … Continue reading →

In the American South when you see a sign with a smiling pig you can be assured that you’re about to dine on pork, it will be good and there will be plentiful ice cold sweet tea to wash it … Continue reading →

“Howdy, is this Fool Mule”?  The girl looks askance at the stranger who’s strolled into the quiet, elegant restaurant in the heart of Budapest’s Joseph’s Town. “Pardon”. I pull out my notebook and point towards my entry for Fulemule. She … Continue reading →

As a youth the writings of the Marquis de Sade were  something I probably had no business being exposed to. I remember forging a mail order document assuring  a bookstore in some far flung part of the USA like San … Continue reading →