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Eine gute Adresse nur wenige Schritte von der Basilika entfernt, in einer der Hochburgen des Budapester Nachtlebens! Der große Speisesaal wird von einer riesigen Terrasse im Innenhof auf der anderen Straßenseite ergänzt, die auch im Winter geöffnet ist. Auf der Speisekarte findet man von allem etwas: Burger, Risotto, Fish and Chips, Salate, Pasta, Suppen (darunter natürlich Gulasch!)... Das Ganze ist gut ausgeführt und zu mehr als vernünftigen Preisen. Das Mittagsmenü für weniger als 2.000 Ft für ein Zwei-Gänge-Menü ist ein echtes Schnäppchen.
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One Star (if that's not too generous)
Where do I even begin? This "restaurant," if you can call it that, was an insult to both my taste buds and my dignity. Nestled (or more accurately, festering) in the bowels of Budapest's most tragically neglected district, The Pits promises a "unique dining experience." Let me tell you, unique it certainly was. But unique in the way a moldy cheese or a rabid raccoon encounter is unique – an experience you desperately wish you could scrub from your memory.
From the Frying Pan into the Sewage Dump
The "service" was about as helpful as a chocolate teapot. Our waiter, a fellow who seemed more at home wrestling alligators than taking orders, grunted his way through our entire interaction. When we dared to inquire about the menu (a grease-stained relic that resembled a ransom note more than a bill of fare), he simply shrugged and mumbled something about the "chef's surprise." Surprise indeed. What arrived could only be described as a culinary crime scene. An unrecognizable slab of meat (mystery protein, anyone?) partnered with a side of what appeared to be week-old mashed potatoes haunted by the ghost of flavor.
Ambiance to Match the Atrocity
The decor, if you can even call it that, was a depressing reflection of the food. Imagine flickering fluorescent lights illuminating a room that hasn't seen a paintbrush since the fall of the Berlin Wall. The only saving grace was the faint hum of traffic from the street outside, a constant reminder that there was, in fact, a world beyond this gastronomic nightmare.
Fleeing the Scene
Needless to say, we didn't linger over dessert (unless you count the complimentary heartburn that came free with every entree). We practically threw money at the bewildered waiter and bolted for the nearest exit, vowing never to return.
The Verdict: Avoid Like the Plague
Do yourself a favor, folks. If you're looking for a decent meal in Budapest, there are literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of other options. Unless you're a glutton for punishment (or a health inspector looking for a challenge), then steer clear of The Pits. This place is a monument to all that is wrong with the restaurant industry, and a stain on the otherwise lovely city of Budapest.
Tab water was fine tho.