Götterdämmerung! Hungary is justly not famous for its cuisine (yes, there is goulash and Tokaji), but this hotel raises the stakes to nosebleed heights.
People often say that breakfast is their favourite meal. A new day starts, and one hopes that it may be better than the last, or at least no worse. And one has an appetite, after fasting for so many hours of sleep - unless one was injudicious enough to hit the minibar for an after-midnight hit.
Breakfast at this hotel, however, is one of life's lessons, and it is not a good one. The view from the restaurant windows is lovely, but insufficiently so to overcome the flaccid breads, plastic cheeses, sour salads and thin, sickly un-coffee served here.
The coffee is particularly suspicious. Made up in an automatic dispenser which offers the usual espresso variants, once you make your selection the machine groans and shudders, pretending that it is actually grinding beans for your brew. I don't believe a word of it. What it serves up is the worst of instant coffee, and if any beans were ever involved it was many years and thousands of miles away.
Unlike most hotels, there is no security. No-one demands to know your room number or sign you in. This is because hordes of tourists and Budapestians are not, for some reason, queueing up to eat here.More
- Free Wifi