Day eleven: Food
It is too hot to do anything.
We had such good intentions this morning of going out with our respective Bill Bryson books and reading them under a tree, or near the river, or something equally befitting. But when we opened the front door, it quickly became apparent that our plans were boiled down to the essentials: getting food.
We have had multiple recommendations to eat at Cyrano on Calea Republicii from a couple of locals, so we did. I had a huge Cyrano chicken salad, companion had Caesar. I'd have liked to try some of their Hungarian specialities, but it was far too hot, although this didn't seem to in any way deter the locals from tucking into their veal goulash served in bread. Admittedly, they looked incredibly tempting but it was far too hot to bother.
I'm not normally in the habit of photographing food – just eat it before it goes cold, for crying out loud – but given that we had failed to do anything else even remotely touristy, and that salads don't go cold, it'll have to do. We washed it down with Strongbow "apple cider" – as if cider could be made from anything else – and a coffee.
I had a crafty pálinka.