Somehow, someway, the fates shimmy for me and Samantha, and we're in Budapest on the second Tuesday of the month, which just so happens to be the one day the hostel owner cooks a classic Hungarian dish for everyone. It's preposterous and written and corny, but it happened.
Some time goes by, we walked from Pest to Buda then back to Pest in time to come back for... well, actually, that's the thing. We don't know what we're actually coming back to. We don't even know who else is staying in our hostel or what they're like. We just know to be back at 8:30, so we come back at 8:30.
The hostel is a tad hippie, which is somewhat rich coming from me. I wanted to stay in Hawaii just so I can be barefoot and pantless and eat from shrimp trucks all the time. But, this place is filled with random knick knacks, 100-year-old suitcases and even has a communal guitar. Before I enter the bathroom, a handwritten sign warns me about the environmental dangers of long showers. It's fun. It's also ridiculous.
About eight of us circled the leftover red wine from the pork stew and an industrial-sized bottle of Jaegermeister. Everyone is given a heaping portion of the pork stew. For a minute I get nervous. Samantha doesn't like pork. But, when I look over, she's about halfway done with her plate. How could she not? Besides the universe basically sitting us down, putting forks in our hands and forcing us to have this meal, the pork is wonderfully tender and perfectly braised. The pork is comfortably melting on top of the little tiny pasta balls with enough red wine sauce to basically drink. Smokey paprika and spicy raw peppers complement the sweetness of the meat.
I equal parts love and hate this meal. I don't, can't stop eating it until I'm quite literally in pain. Samantha feels the same way. We come back from the bar around midnight. The idea of drinking, consuming anything by this time makes us want to projectile vomit.
No more of this. Seriously enough. And a vow is made for salads.
(Me Note: I got the hostel owner's recipe for the hungarian pork stew, but like most of my belongings, it's temporarily misplaced.)
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