Toucan Sam-ing it in Budapest

Aside from recommendations, one of the best ways to score good food when in a strange city is to follow your nose. Hopefully this will not lead to a bowl of Fruit Loops…although I love Fruit Loops and could actually really go for a bowl right now. I digress.

If it smells good, chances are it tastes good too. Wandering around the Castle District in Budapest our nasal passages were suddenly filled with a gloriously sweet smell of...well, something sweet. After nosing around (pun obviously intended) we finally found the source…



Seems that Hungarians are pretty literal people as it was a “funnel” cake…




We went with the cinnamon sugar variety of the piping hot treat. It wasn't fried so it was in no way like our funnel cakes. This had a delicate, but crispy crust and an incredibly light doughy interior. I loved it.

Jules made the mistake of wanting it to taste like her Gran’s cinnamon sticks and was of course disappointed since it didn’t have a pound of butter inside.

The lady was kind of mean and told me no pictures, but I had already snapped a few while waiting in line. You'll need to be a little quicker next time mean funnel cake maker’s wife...



The dough was wrapped around a metal cylinder and then popped into a special oven where it was left until golden brown.

De. Lish.