One of my absolute favorite types of food is Mexican. I haven't had the real stuff for going on six months, that could kill a person's soul. Luckily the families here are suffering from the same affliction and they often cook a pretty darn good replica. There are a few Mexican-like places here in Belgrade. But they've all got too much Serbia running through them and they aren't quite as satisfying. So one of the greatest parts about Budapest was going to eat at Arriba and getting pretty close to the real thing. Close enough that you wonder if those were really Hungarians working in the kitchen. Check out my giddy photos:
So I could've taken a million other photos, but I was slightly busy and the place was packed. We also looked slightly dumb because Randi taught us the wrong way to sort our trash and the employee had to come re do it. Thats cool though. I feel much better after the food and can make it another six months in foggy Belgrade! (then I'll need an Arriba booster)
A little Spanish lingo mixed in with Hungarian on the street side menu. |
Julie and Kristen |
Jen and Wilson |
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