On Saturday, Feb 2nd, after English classes at the Mission Home, Felsted Elder said to me, Do you want to go to that Mexican Restaurant? I had been looking through a little tourist booklet at the various places and advertisements and mentioned this Mexican place to him the day before. Of course, I said SURE! And it sounded like a grand adventure… we could take the metro and walk a couple of blocks to the restaurant.
So that is what we did. We figured out how many stops from our closest metro stop and went down to Széll Kálmán Tér (think I finally figured out the correct spelling of that place) and boarded the Metro there. We went two stops and the train goes under the Danube River. Our stop was across the street from the Parliament Building. Then around the corner and down a couple of streets to the restaurant.
Loved the menu – with the Hungarian versions of various things. (We also got an English menu!) I wanted some soft tacos but the waitress assumed since I was American, that I wanted the crispy shells. Next time I will make sure she understands exactly what I want. Felsted Elder got enchilladas. Think he will order something else next time – the sauce was a little too Hungarian for him.
Very darling decor – right out of the American West! Having never been to Mexico, not sure if they decorate things like this or not!!!!
One of my sons said – you went to a BAR? I jokingly told him we had our Missionary Tags on… and said, really, this is Hungary. Probably not a restaurant without a bar here.
And now, we have been to TWO places on the public transportation…