1092 Budapest, Lónyai utca 32.
We were lost. Completely lost on our way to a pub (a great place, according to a friend). But alas! a good pub is only tempting if it’s far from an even better one. In hindsight, it wasn’t such a bad choice, to abandon our original plan and visit Lónyai utca instead.
Oh, but the walls were simply horrid, I couldn't resist a comment now and again, not even dead drunk chemically inconvenienced. To leave planning to the snobbish bastards may have been a good idea at the time, but once the paintwork (probably by an undiscovered genius of a graffiti artist) was done, the dark tones were capable of tossing anyone into perfect depression even if they were having the best day of their lives - up to that point. I swear, it was the light of a single candle in the middle of our table that kept us sane (relatively).
The gist of it: keep your eyes off the wall, the rest is great.
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