Budapest: a metropolis. At least that is what we would like to believe. By walking through the city we often see the depressing fact that the city which was a world-famous tremendously growing metropolis at the end of the nineteenth century now it is just an ancient city crying for it's old dead glory, just
like an old diva.
But there are cheering signs. Places which make the city comfortable for the people who live there and for those who arrive as guests. Small details which show up pieces of Budapest's fantastic facilities.
A sign, a place like that is a part of the Hajós street which's resurrection begun in 2001. By our belief and hopes, Hajós Street's Balettcipõ became this kind of place, which turns up in the urban legend.
The tarnished name covers an old place. Our story started in the middle of the last century, punctually in 1948, when a rich dealer bought a little parlor for his wife in the corner of the Hajós and Ó street. The woman had worked as a ballerina, so the place's name had not been pending for long time: suddenly the nice café next door to the Opera was mentioned as 'Balettcipõ' repeatedly. It became the meeting point and haunt for the artistic culture and stayed that by the end of the 80's.
A wide decade leisure time followed that, in which's end, in 2002, we opened the place again, according to the requirements of the new century. It is a bit coffee house, a bit bar, a bit Mediterranean, a bit in the French spirit. It is a familiar resort in winter, and when the spring and the summer comes, it alters a terraced pub-restaurant, where people can sit down outside, too.
We, the people who work in this, love the Ballettcipõ. We cook delicious dishes from the light snacks to the real warm dishes, such as mediterranean delicacy, which first had been tasted here in Hungary. We offers freshly draught beer and top quality coffee, wines are also collected from the best places. We are waiting just for you from 10 in the morning to midnight!Come and visit us and let 'Balettcipõ' to become attached to you!
Because the past obliges.
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