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17. Pissing Your Pants Sucks

Day 17
Location 4: Budapest
Nov. 17, 2022

In my hometown, Glen Head, there's a local hot-spot restaurant, Tex Mex. It's a Chinese food place. No, just kidding. They serve Tex-Mex food (obviously).
We also have a popular bagel place called Hot Bagels and a great Persian restaurant called Persian Grill. Our town has great food, but not great creativity when it comes to naming the establishments where that food is sold, I guess.
Anyway, Tex Mex's burritos are amazing and I've gone there twice in one day, on multiple occasions. After weeks of eating mostly traditional German and Viennese and Hungarian food, I opted for a little taste of home.

 
On a recommendation from my friend Sarah Dublin, I went to an old synagogue which turned out to be the second largest synagogue in the world. (That's Sarah's real name, by the way. I know it seems like I met someone while visiting Ireland, saved her number in my phone, but already had a few Sarahs in there and didn't know her last name so in its place I typed where we met).

Anyway, it turns out the largest synagogue is in New York City. So I flew 4,000 miles to see the second best of something when I could've driven 56 minutes to see the first best.
It was impressive and well worth the visit. Good work, Sarah Dublin (real name).
 
My first night at the new hostel, far away from Juice Man (see Day 16)–was incredible. Everyone was super friendly and we played Pub Golf the first night out: you split into teams of seven and go to nine bars in succession.

At each bar, everyone has to finish their drink in one go. If you take multiple sips or spill anything, that's a point and–much like regular golf–the least points wins. My team, Team 3, won on the last "hole". It was intense and exhilarating.

There was some trash talk from other teams, and one kid was particularly salty and he kinda pissed me off. Naturally, I took a photo of him having pissed his Calico Cut pants (below, left).


Then on the way home from Pub Golf, I met this quiet, contemplative friend:


 

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