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I didn’t really need to buy a Metro pass for the time that I was in Bucharest, but I love underground systems and I make the most of them whenever I can. OK, it’s geeky, but there we go, it’s all about the travel adventure and I’m very much into that. The purchase process was simple enough as there’s a vending machine which sells Metro tickets and there’s an English option available.

As some background, there are currently five Metro lines in the city and the first one opened on 19 November 1979, so much later than in some other European capital cities. The network is publicly owned but is separately managed from the rest of the city’s public transport system, so there’s no integration of tickets. There’s a new sixth line being planned to the city’s airport and that seems a most sensible idea. The prices are cheap, so a weekly ticket is something like £6, with the services running from 05:00 until 23:00. On the times that I used the network, there were regular services and it’s easy to understand how to change lines at the interchanges.  The network, along with all public transport in Bucharest, is currently subsidised by the Government in an attempt to reduce the volume of traffic on the city’s heavily congested roads.

I got a bit muddled up with how to put the ticket in the machine, so being rather sociable I went and asked one of the staff at the gate line. The helpful staff member showed me which way to put the ticket in, which was inevitably not the way that I had been doing it. Handily, the system is like New York and Warsaw (amongst many others) which is that there’s no need to put a ticket in when leaving the network because all journeys are the same price.

I’m not sure that either of my two loyal readers will be that excited about my photos of some signs that I took during the time I was there, but here they are anyway. Sometimes this blog is just about me and not anyone else  🙂

I have a lot of good ideas. This visit to a medieval restaurant in Bucharest was another one of those great decisions. There was some initial scepticism from the others, but the whole thing looked like an adventure to me and I like those.

Nothing wrong with a themed restaurant!

The restaurant doesn’t use forks, it’s knives and fingers only, with a finger bowl provided to clean hands. It’s obviously what they did in the medieval times and although I was aware of this rule in advance, I didn’t tell the others that they wouldn’t be allowed the usual cutlery. I didn’t want the chance to go here sabotaged by that sort of news.

The beer was the Bucur which was drinkable, although I wouldn’t actively go looking for another bottle of it. Bev, not unfairly, wondered why there wasn’t mead, although I was happy with the beer.

Steve takes great care posting photos which he’s thought about the composition and lighting, but then finds out he gets over 50 likes on Facebook for this rather fetching photograph of me that he took.

Steve had asked earlier on if I’d get a whole chicken as the menu didn’t detail that, but I said that was hardly likely given the meal was only about £11. To my surprise and delight, they come out with a whole chicken. There was a note on the menu that I could keep the wooden sword, but I willingly handed that over to Thim as I didn’t fancy taking that through airport security.

I ploughed through nearly all of the chicken, most of the potatoes and all of the cabbage and salad. The chicken was tender and moist, the potatoes were a bit nondescript and the heap of cabbage added texture. The quality here was high, but I would have rather that the potatoes were a bit more flavoursome and seasoned. The others also had too much food and everyone was very brave. Bev muttered something about she had too many sausages, but I didn’t see that was something to be negative about.

The service was generally very good, although it took a little time to pay the bill and they struggled to split the bill. They weren’t the only restaurant struggling with that, it shouldn’t really be as hard as some venues make it. However, I always felt comfortable in the venue and the team member who served us seemed competent and keen to help. Given that we went on a Monday evening and thought it might be nearly empty, we found the large venue to actually be nearly full. I can imagine that reservations are essential at weekends, as this appears to be a venue that’s popular with groups.

Personally, I would have come back here for every meal, but that idea was swiftly rejected. But, highly recommended, and somewhere that I think my friends Liam and Ross would have enjoyed. I mean, the surprise of a whole chicken isn’t something that you get every day of the week….. Definitely one of my highlights of the week.

By way of a slight spoiler, it’s fair for me to note now that I came to love the Hop Hooligans brewery during my visit to Bucharest and I made everyone come back here again later on in the week.

Here’s the beer board and I’m pleased to note that the bar is listed on Untappd which makes drinks planning much easier. As I haven’t mentioned this in at least three days, anyone can add me at https://untappd.com/user/julwhite, I accept anyone as a friend on there  🙂  Steve and I arrived at the pub first, giving us more time to sample the beers on offer. It’s not necessarily the cheapest bar in the city, but there are some quality beers there and I think that the drinks are worth every penny.

The bar is located in a former grand residential property. The beer here is the Infochemicals from Blackout Brewing who are a respected brewery from Cluj in Romania. A Double New England IPA which was rich and juicy, just as it should be.

My second drink was the Proper Cake from Metanoia Brewing, another beer that I was pleased with given the taste of cherries and vanilla along with the depth of flavour.

During the warmer summer months, there’s a pleasant outdoors area and there’s also plenty of space inside the bar. The bar has received excellent reviews on-line and I also liked the service, the atmosphere and the range of drinks that were available. Although I did notice the review:

“They don’t have a single proper beer. If you order a lager, you get something that has a taste of IPA. If you order IPA, you get something that looks like fruit yogurt. If you are hipster pretending to be beer “connoisseur”, this is your place. If you really like beer, don’t go there, because you will be angry.”

The venue responded politely to this review, but I can say with absolute certainty that I like beer and I wasn’t angry. I also noticed tens of “proper” beers in the fridges and on tap, I’d suggest that the brewery should be very proud of what they’ve done here. This is a venue for the many and not the few.

Our lunch stop of choice was Hygge, a nod towards Thim being Danish and he certainly seemed surprised and delighted when we went in.

The interior was open plan and laid-back, with an inviting atmosphere. Everything was clean and the menu options looked tempting.

After rather over-eating at the unlimited breakfast at the hotel, I decided against needing lunch and just went for a beer. I can be like that sometimes…. This is the Edelweiss Hofbrau, an entirely acceptable wheat beer from Austria, which had notes of banana and was suitably light.

Here’s the group enjoying themselves. Bev at this point was complaining to the staff member that her coffee was too cold. Steve and I didn’t say anything, we didn’t want to get involved with the impending disaster that was unfolding in Anglo-Romanian relations.

I liked the restaurant and the service, it felt friendly and we were never rushed during the meal. I was content with the beer and the others enjoyed their food. There are some recent negative reviews on-line about the friendliness of the service, but I thought our server was helpful and personable. All told, it was a pleasant visit and Thim was especially pleased with the little bit of Danishness in the city and it even made me fancy a return to the country.

In the heart of the city’s Old Town is this church which was built in 1724 under the supervision of Ioannikios Stratonikeas. There was an attached inn, which has since been demolished and the church itself has been damaged many times by earthquakes. The church was forcibly closed between 1890 and 1940, but was then reconsecrated in 1940 on the Feast of St. Nicholas.

The entrance to the monastery are from the early part of the twentieth century and it feels quite mystical walking in through these doors.

I wasn’t going to take any internal photographs as the monasteries don’t seem to usually want this, but they’ve perhaps given up here as numerous other visitors were and they didn’t stop anyone. Given that, I thought I’d take a few photos to remind myself of the grand interior. I like these colourful wall paintings and I’ve never quite understood why there was a move away from these in the Protestant and Catholic churches during and after the period of the reformation. This monastery felt the most touristy of the ones that we visited and it felt like it might be quite challenging to try and pray peacefully here given the pedestrian traffic that was coming through, including a number of tour groups.

There’s also an external area where numerous gravestones and old wall paintings are on display. These wall paintings are mostly from monasteries destroyed elsewhere in the city during the appalling maladministration of Nicolae Ceaușescu.

This precinct and lapidarium involved a major restoration and it’s constructed on the former inn which was demolished at the end of the nineteenth century. It’s certainly worth coming to see for any visitor in Bucharest and there are some printed histories inside which give further information about the monastery.

It’s no secret that I like bookshops and books, although to the point that I try to avoid buying any more books to protect myself from the mass purchases that I’ve accidentally made in previous years. Collecting something smaller such as postcards or stamps might have made more sense, but there we go, there’s something exciting about books.

I think it’s fair to note that this is something quite special in terms of interiors.

I wouldn’t mind a front room like this. I wonder if my civil engineer friend Liam could do me something like this in my little flat.

Beautiful. The building was constructed in the early twentieth century as the headquarters of the Chrissoveloni Bank, but it fell into disrepair by the beginning of the twenty-first century. This magical transformation has made the building one of the more notable tourists sites in the city and it was evidently popular when we visited with many people taking photos. I’m not sure how many were buying books, but it’s been trading for several years so they’re clearly doing enough trade.

There’s a cafe on the top floor, but Bev was busy charging into the male toilet breaking all Romanian protocol. Steve and I didn’t say anything of course, we don’t get involved other than apologising to the local staff for her charging about.

It seemed only polite to stay for a latte and it gave Thim and Susanna chance to catch up with our little group. The coffee was reasonably priced and tasted rather pleasant and we ended up staying for an hour when we verged into the subject of politics. I, of course, had something to say about that, but that’s not really relevant for this blog.

Excuse the long delay between posts, I’ve been somewhat distracted this week with another project. Since I’d better get this Bucharest trip written up, I’m going to do a little binge posting today. My two loyal blog readers will be beside themselves with excitement. This rather quaint church was founded by Mihai Cantacuzino in 1705, although it was reworked between 1850 and 1852 which was necessary given the damage caused by previous earthquakes in 1802 and 1838. The new church was built in stone near to the site of a previous seventeenth century wooden church and the inn and bell tower located in front of the building were unfortunately demolished in 1903 when they wanted to widen the street.

Photography in these churches isn’t allowed which is disappointing from a perspective of being able to remember some interior features, it’s understandable in such a small venue which is actively used for prayer. I do wonder what happens to all the photos that people take in churches as mine end up on this blog, but I suspect a substantial number of the photos taken are never looked at again. It’s like watching some tourists take a photo of every single artwork in a gallery, it would be easier to do a bulk download of the images on the gallery’s web-site. Anyway, I digress.

Back to the church, the smell of incense was intense, with the interior being dark and quite cosy. The devotees were seeking solace and comfort from a relic (I say relic, it’s actually St. Cyprian’s arm, so not some minor piece of religious heritage) and I’m not sure that much has changed here in the last 200 years or so.

Looking back in history, the feeding the pigeons at Trafalgar Square was great for kids but really something of a bad idea. There are though quite a few feeding adherents in Bucharest and that coincided at a time when Bev was standing there. She gave verbal guarantees to Steve and I that she wasn’t responsible for the scrum of pigeons that was on the pavement. Reading up on the history of the church also is a reminder of just how many earthquakes have hit the city over the last two centuries and caused considerable damage.