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Borkonyha Restaurant, Budapest

We found Borkonyha (Hungarian for “wine kitchen”) in a Time Out Budapest Magazine we found at Rivalda Restaurant on Castle Hill. We didn’t try the wine but apparently they have one of Budapest’s more impressive selections. The food was great.
Foie gras, lentils, and squash puree.

Wild mushroom, almonds, beets cake.

Fried pike with homemade gnocchi.

Squash ravioli, spinac, bleu cheese sauce (fantastic), topped with ginger (weird).
Mangia!

Borkonyha Winekitchen

Sas Utca 3, Budapest 1051, Hungary
+36 1 266 0835

My Problem is That I Didn’t Write it Down

What could be more of a betrayal than featuring a great restaurant’s dishes, publishing awesome food photos, and never giving anyone else a chance to experience it themselves? This is what I’m about to do right now as I post photos from the #2 meal we had in Italy at a place whose name I forgot. Travesty I know, but hope you enjoy nonetheless. Location: City Center Siena, a dark osteria. That’s it. Life’s not fair.

Perfect lighting. The place smelled like an oaky wine cellar.

Not the best but still pretty: orecchiette, prosciutto and cheese

Tagliatelle and Boar Sauce
The Winner: Spaghetti and Boar Sauce

A Sudden Turn to the Right

It was a four-hour drive from Tuscany to Rome where we were headed for the rest of our stay in Italy after the wedding, and the GPS had been loaded with the whole map of Italy. This meant that we had free rein on where to stop for lunch or a bathroom break, except that aside from me and my partner who was driving, the rest of the car was asleep.

It was a straight drive on the A1 and cars zooming past were a tempting invitation to speed. The pilot obliged, she didn’t get a rental car upgrade to mosey along when there were no cops in sight like we’re used to in the US – and where her permanent rep as a “lead foot” affirms itself on a regular basis. At one point she leaned over to me and asked, “I think we’re going really fast. What is 160 kmh?” She was going about 100 mph on a highway we later learned was notorious for capturing satellite images of your car and sending you tickets in the mail. Internationally, they even said. Knocking on wood on that.

The pilot’s preoccupation with speeding left me to my own devices and, armed with a couple of library books I decided to take the exit to another hilltop town, this time only a little outside the city of Rome.

We thought Orvieto would simply be a bathroom and lunch destination but turned out to be a very pretty quaint town with it’s own duomo and share of rustic medieval culture. The best part is that since it’s tucked away from major towns tourists were few and appeared more subdued. We took a short walk around town and found ourselves a decent restaurant to hold us over till our final destination.

The Sleepy Town of Orvieto

No-Name Taverna Delights, Santorini & Mykonos

Fried Peppers
 
Of course, the salad. Cannot pass on those tomatoes.
Deep-fried Smelt
Stuffed Tomatoes
Grilled Lambchops
Grilled fish. As if I had to put that caption in.
No I don’t know what kind of fish it is.

Lobster, not recommended due to highway robbery prices (100 euros!).
No, I didn’t order it.
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