So the other day we went to Szimpla, THE Szimpla in Kazinczy, and naturally
whined about how it’s actually not really THE Szimpla anymore. Or at least, not
the Szimpla we used to know, with low-lit backrooms, dingy tables and students
hanging around for cheap beer and possibly a slice of bread with lard and
paprika, depending on the current state of one’s finances.
These days it feels more like a showroom aimed at tourists, a snapshot of
what Szimpla used to be- very few people keep coming here for their regular
drinks, since you probably can’t find a proper table at any time, and even if
you do, a tourist might just zap you with a tiny flashing camera when you least
expect it.
Though at least in winter people who come in do actually stay in for a
mulled wine or two, whereas in summer there are groups being lead around like
on a zoo tour: here in the corner, under a dilapidated chair stuck onto the
wall with fluorescent glue, is a Hipsterus hungaricus, sipping his craft beer
while uploading a geometric shot of his shoes onto Instagram.
Yet Szimpla’s original spirit survives, a bit farther away, on Kertész
street in the Szimpla café which has mercifully been spared the barbarian
hordes. The beers have decidedly gone crafty here as well, but there’s still a
whiff of derelict honesty to the mismatched chairs and the crowd is mostly area
locals, plus a few travelers who first got lost and then overexcited seeing the
Szimpla sign. Come on an early weekday, and it might be half empty, with random
conversations echoing off its walls. The
good old days are still here, you only have to know where to find them.
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