Boozing at the British Embassy

After a less enjoyable week at work, I was looking forward to a party Zsuzsi had invited me to at the British Embassy. The early evening sun was still out, and extremely pleasant, as I met her at Deak Ferenc Ter. After a short catch up we walked over to the Embassy, not five minutes away.

After getting through security, a member of the staff pointed us to what was a rather crummy bar. Zsuzsi were both a little surprised, having expected rather more opulent surroundings, and a slighlty swankier crowd. The bar was currently being propped up by several old men, happily talking amongst themselves. Zsuzsi introduced me to her friend, who worked behind the bar, and organised us with our drink tickets.

The system at the bar was that you bought a 2000Ft token, entitling you to drinks up to that value. It was perhaps a bit of a swizz, since it forced minimum payments of that amount, but the drinks were very cheap, and there were free crisps, so who can complain. Zsuzsi and I chatted away about everything from politics, to culture, to men, and she agreed to accompany me the next morning to the flea market I'd been wanting to go to.

We even chatted with one of the guys on staff their, who gave us his email, and said if we ever wanted to come back, we just had to let him know, and he'd put us on the list.