Ten years ago, when I had an office job in Budapest, my colleagues and I had a steady routine: on Fridays, we ate lunch at Cafe Kör. We liked the restaurant’s traditional dishes and friendly atmosphere. Over time, we got to be treated as regulars by Kör’s ever-present manager, Gábor Molnár, who would greet us with a hearty handshake, show us to our table, and recommend some of the specials that were written on a sheet of paper clipped to the wall.

My colleagues usually went for the outsize schnitzel with a side of salad; I’d opt for a seasonal vegetable stew – főzelék – with meatballs. In the summer, we all started with the sour cherry soup. Solid, reliable classics prepared without culinary acrobatics. By then, Kör had long been an iconic downtown establishment known for its tightly packed tables, bentwood Thonet chairs, and attentive service. It had escaped the fate of longtime restaurants – Kör opened in 1995 – that become petrified or morph into touristy spots (reasonable prices and the owner’s presence help).

People often describe Kör’s atmosphere as “pre-war” or “peacetime” which I understand but find awkward (in Vienna, where there was no Communism to eradicate such typically middle-class establishments, they are simply a “Gasthaus” without the need to elaborate). I left my job in 2016 and my Kör visits became less frequent. But when I return, as I did recently for a stuffed paprika and somlói galuska, my spirits lift a little. Gábor is still there, as is Szilvi who oversees the dining room. The crowd is still a blend: financial-district employees, Hungarian families, tourists with a good nose. Here, just a note of gratitude. Booking via phone (+36 1 311 0053); €12-18 mains; closed on Sunday.

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