Pálya büfé - Pálya büfé

Sometimes I can not believe what the last century miracle of space is still mud in Budapest! Or something similar. Soroksar do it because we have been to many rural and what is fact fact is a Pest citizen who does not get out here all his life. Because what we have here? The Soroksári Body Coach Association. For example. Next to a closed long ago I do not know what is, in addition to a recently closed pastry shop, next to a National Tobacco Store, and at the end of the line in the course buffet. Bingo! "It's good to forget the bad ..." proclaimed one poster over there, at the "Royal beer at a reasonable price!" Man was not us, but the lights were on, opened the door. Good evening! Is anyone here? I asked louder, but answer did not come. And in a quarter of an hour, until towards the city center by bus no, it does not mean to anyone, not just ourselves to serve. So terrible was strange, we were there without a drink, just like being in a museum, we saw nearly everything right, now I photographed it, as always. The checkerboard stone. Those nylon curtains. Those curtains. Those plastic garden furniture, with a textured plastic tablecloths. The swimming neon light bar. The invitation to the waltz: "Do not hesitate to try it!" The coffee machine. Those draft Cserkov wines measured decijét 60 Forint. Of the fan as there is prepared for the warmer days behind the ferns. Those football posters. The convector. Those aluminum doors. And the covered inner garden behind one of Gee ... but missing from a nearby boozer who breathe life into their very presence in the Sanctuary. And then before and after the matches have not even been imagined happenings. But it is! And in my head I really like. // .. the "Show a pub!" facebook group quoting myself ... //