Hungarian Bread

While in Budapest I attended a Track cycling competition (the Hungarian nationals!). On my way to the velodrome I passed by a flea market walked inside and found a neat little snack shack. I looked around to what everyone else was eating then walked up to the country and pointed in a "I want that" manner. The nice girl behind the girl understood me and whipped me up one rather quickly.

It was toasty and nice..


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