So many tasty cakes, and a Belvoir Raspberry and Dragon Fruit juice that really hit the spot, ((and they served Winter hot chocolate with orange, ginger and cloves!!!)).
This is a place for reading the paper -in actual paper form-, put your phone away and forget to check the time on your vingage Omega Seamaster.
There are almost only men here. Seats are comfy, leaned back, it’s a “just relax” atmosphere, and i could easily mistake it for an old fashioned gentlemen’s club (the Sherlock type, not the dodgy type 😉).
The baristas jump to every request with ease, solving everything. We eere wondering if they sold their espresso cups, and thei found them online and who sold them and how much they were and wrote it all down for us. I should have asked about the lamps too.
There is a old-fashioned, leather and black atmosphere here, like you should be smoking your pipe or cigar, maybe wear a waste coat.
London is on the wall. Big Ben glued on the interior for eternity.
There’s no music, but another man walks in, talking Hungarian, and as his voice mixes with the murmur of the rest of the many guests, it somehow feels like music after all.
I needed the Almond Cheese Cake. So creamy, with a touch of lemon, which complimented both the cold sparkly cordial and the espresso.
The espresso was really good. Heavenly cup. Red, fruity notes encapsuled in mat black ceramic.
This was the best coffee we had in Budapest, apart from My Little Melbourne, so if you haven’t been, do yourself a favour and get your but there asap 👌☕
Final verdict: 5/6 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟