Budapest: Day 3

Most of the holiday was spent inside cafes, drinking hot chocolate and mulled wine. Generally in grand, opulant 18th century cafes, where I failed to look intellectual. Saved the best for the last day - the Gerband, where the hot chocolate was served in dainty china teacups (me a sucker for things like that), and it was proper plain dark chocolate, none of that reconsituted cocoa powder crap.

After another day arse faffing (which included me dragging Cat around an exhibition on the development of the Hungarian state, i'm such a fun person to go on holiday with), went back to hotel to find that it was flooded, so we were evacuated to another hotel. No biggie: we were upgraded to the Grand Hungarain. Natch.

Hungarian wine. Generally not bad. Avoid Portagiouse (think that's the spelling) grape, it's very fruity, and go for a Villary one, it's a good solid meduim dry.