She’s a stronger woman than I, because when I got into town, I immediately wanted to nap. She opted to stay awake, so we stopped at the Tesco to get more forralt bor stuffs (it’s seriously becoming an addiction), and went to the apartment to make the wine and drop off her bags.
The wine went into the thermos, and we took the thermos to Margit Island to enjoy the afternoon sunshine (and the unbelievable 50°F). We didn’t get time to explore the Island really, since there was wine and sun to be enjoyed, but we did see the Centennial Monument.
Wine and sunshine, as it turns out, do not mix well with jet-lag, so in an effort to keep our companion alive and with us, we moved on to our lunch destination: Marxim Pizzeria.
Having been to Statue Park and the Terror House, I found myself hesitant to fully enjoy Marxim at first. I mean, everything I’d experienced up til this point solidified in my head the idea that Communism wasn’t funny. And it wasn’t. But I can appreciate dark humor and camp as much as anyone, so in short order I checked my guilt at the door. And thank heavens, because this place is hilarious.
For one thing, the booths are lined with chicken fencing and barbed wire.
Then there were the menus.
And then there’s just the overall aesthetic of the place.
And finally, there was the pizza, although in the throes of our revelry I completely forgot to take pictures of it. But it was delicious. And, true to the spirit of the place, we all shared.