I am probably the wrong guy to talk to you about coffee.
You see, I rarely go near the stuff.
I ain’t into hot drinks. Apart from soup. Does soup count as a drink or is it more of a food?
Whatever the answer to that question is – I have about two coffees a year. If that.
My girlfriend, Viri lives by the cup of mud. That’s how she starts the day. A stainless-steel coffee mug boiling on the stove. Contents of said steel kettle are poured into her favorite mug.
I am usually out the door on my bike (literally) by that stage.
I don’t drink the black stuff.
Finding this writer in a coffee house is a strange occurrence indeed.
How did I end up in Műterem Kávézó?
A few weeks back we were walking home. MTRM caught our attention.
A stone throw from Obudai Egyetem , this little coffee house can even entice non-mocha drinkers such as myself through the door.
Inside it’s all trendy & cool. The walls are stripped back brick. Everywhere shelves are packed with books & hypnotic paintings can be purchased downstairs.
As for the coffee? Well it is superb. MTRM serve up quite a few concoctions.
The menu is simple & a cup of java won’t set you back more than 600 Huf.
I shocked everyone by actually finishing my small mug.
Coffee ain’t the only thing this place has going for it.
Hot & cold teas are available.
Try the freshly squeezed orange juice or a slice of vegan chocolate cake.
Delicious toasted sandwiches will keep your hot drink company.
For someone who doesn’t like or drink coffee, this place made a great impression.
Don’t take my word for it.
Head down to the 8th & go see for yourself.
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