on The Best Damn Bar in the World
Let me preface with this: I have the best friends in the entire world. Not only can my friends kick your friends’ asses, they can probably beat them in debates and pool, too. Not that this is a competition or anything. Because if it were, my friends would win.
I’m getting a bit off topic here. Yes, my friends are awesome, but they don’t always see eye to eye. Their tastes are so varied that, to this day, we all disagree on what a “perfect night out” means. Sometimes you just want a flavorful hookah and a strong Turkish coffee. Sometimes you want to ingest molly and grind on any honey that’s willing to entertain you as an idea for the evening as electronic music destroys your eardrums (or not, chill out feminists). Maybe you just want to drink some craft beers and listen to a hippie play the piano. Well, good luck getting all my friends in the same room without receiving complaints from any of them. After a few minutes, one of them will be groaning, “This place sucks.”
But what if you could experience all of those things at a single location? What if there was one establishment that could provide you with a perfect night out, no matter what trouble you were looking to get into that evening? A bar containing different rooms within, each providing a unique experience with walls and hallways adorned in trinkets and art. Like walking through an acid trip with a fernet in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Well, dear friends: I’ve found that place, and it is @szimplakert, “the Ruin Pub in the heart of Budapest.” AKA the single greatest experience of my life.