i love the hungarian pastry shop on amsterdam between 110th and 111th. especially its bathroom, where toilet scribes and ranters let their pens run free. click on the pictures to read some of the selections. the hungarian is a crowded, inconvenient, unmodern place where people squish together in uncomfortable chairs, to read in weak light, and share tiny table tops with strangers. but its charm is its vibrant energy, which would not be the same if it were "modernized" and doubled in size. and its pastries are not bad. my palestinian friend g feels at home here, where talking politics does not draw looks.
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