Forintos falatozó, borozó

The seventh stop of our Rákosment pub tour is a mouthful of incomprehension. How did it stay like this in the center of Rákoskeresztúr at the base of the ten-story panel towers? A lost place with decades of history, we didn't even know it existed, there was no digital trace. We were actually looking for the Tabán beer hall - unsuccessfully - and this is what we came across. What should we do, what should we eat? I asked the poetic question at the base of the gaudy blue house wall, and we already entered the door, where after a quick inspection of the pub I knew for sure, not even chips, and no hope for draft beer. In return, there are cheap wines, selected commercials, and nihil, which further aggravates the heavy air. The range of Forintos, kept on ventilators with its cheap prices, has narrowed down to the needs of returning guests - it doesn't matter, it's bad - which is rarely colored by the jukebox-darts axis, so that it can be fulfilled in the possibilities provided by the fully concreted back garden room. As an explorer, I loved every minute of it, because it was both an imprint and a medical history, a decaying countryside in the corner of Budapest.