Twelve Budapest cafes in three days. More than a dozen tortes, four pancakes, five luscious icecreams, a warm cherry strudel, sticky beef goulash, roast duck with tangerine, piquant savoury pogácsa, goose crackling, marzipan, plum schnapps, fiery palinka, and countless cups of deep, rich espresso. Someone had to do it. And that someone was me.

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