Run by a jovial fellow named Nágy Robert, the Lánchíd Söröző is lined with black & white photos, instruments, old movie posters and various knick knacks. It has a late-50s or -60s feel to it, like a post-rebellion place to hit after seeing Koncz Zsuzsa and Metró at a student's club.

They have a 3-tap draw behind a bar that looks like a bar you would see in a married guy's "dude lair" basement - just enough room to stand behind, the intimate setting encouraging conversation with the barkeep. No sitting at the bar, though; you have to choose from about 5 booths and a half-dozen tables. Absolutely no place to stand so if you get there at a busy hour you're out of luck.
But "busy" isn't a condition you seek out at the Lánchíd Söröző. It's a place to have a quiet one after work or maybe stake out a table in mid-afternoon then hold court all night with friends who drift in and out until closing.
I love to get there by walking across the Chain Bridge and back again; grooving to the floodlights on the lions' heads above the pedestrian walkway.



