Saved by the pork
They opened recently and we’ve read a great review about their Asian soup (not on the menu anymore) and their pulled pork sandwich, that apparently makes you feel like you are in the heart of the South. Well… after we sent the soup back because it tasted like a watered down Jaeger Meister, I was beginning to feel a knot in my throat because I was anticipating another crappy dinner with more food being sent back to the kitchen. The emptiness of the restaurant at dinner time wasn’t confidence inspiring either.
While I’m convinced that whoever wrote the review about the pulled pork sandwich has never been to the South or even to the US as a matter of fact because that was as far from authentic as Alonso from pole position. With that being said, that sandwich was one of the tastiest things I’ve had in a long time! It was sloppy as fuck! I had sauce running down my forearm! I didn’t care, I inhaled that bitch like it was the first thing I’ve had in a month! Ms. Salty said her ribs were delicious too but I was much too preoccupied with chowing down my sandwich. This is also the first and only place where I had good slaw in Hungary so far. Congratulations to the chef! I can’t wait to go back for some more!
I am always in a bit of an agony to try out new places. The pictures are mostly so pretty that they convince me that I am safe there and the beautiful steak or ribs will make me feel the most beloved little girl in the universe. I’m such a visual whore, really. But many times, pictures are like on Tinder. You get excited, it seems too good to be true and after a few facepalms you will have a backup plan. Recently we have had another adventurous period and I noticed this place on one of my friend’s wall because of the pictures. The menu also sounded good, so we agreed to go there.
We ordered an Asian beef essence soup, a pulled pork sandwich, and bbq beef ribs. I changed my side dish because I love pickles and that is my ultimate choice with every piece of meat (ahhh, that’s what she said). First the soup. It was almost okay. It wasn’t bad but it tasted plain and the meat wasn’t good in it. We talked to the manager and we didn’t have to pay for it. I saw the growing agony on Yuzu’s face and I also started my conversations in my head, but I had a backup restaurant very near, so I was still hopeful.
We got the food and I was beyond happy. Beef ribs from meat heaven. The texture was incredible and the dry rub gave enough flavor but didn’t suppress the meat’s own typical taste. Let me stress the texture again. Really really great. But the absolute star was the pickled everything I ordered. Have you ever tried pickled cantaloupe? If the answer is no, you have no idea how sad that is. I hate cantaloupe. Even the smell of it. But this was impressive. I’m a bit in love with those pickles. So, the soup was forgiven and forgotten and I felt relieved. We found a new place to put on our list where we like to eat.