One of Budapest’s oldest and least pretentious drinking joints is hidden below ground on a quiet downtown street otherwise known for its pricey antique stores. Like other unchic, communist-era bars that have survived to the present day, this holdout from the 1960s — no one seems to know the exact year of opening — draws mainly long-time regulars from the neighborhood. Although the wines are indeed from the famed Tokaj region, they're far from the premium stuff commanding steep prices. But that’s almost beside the point; you're here for the throwback vibes and the cast of colorful characters.
Apart from wines, they also serve soft and crispy meatballs (€1), liptauer-topped sandwiches, and also tócsni, a made-to-order fried potato pancake not unlike latkes. Note that Tokaji borozó is closed on weekends and, true to its mission of being a winery, no beers are served.
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