it’s true that it’s very hard to find bad coffee in budapest. everywhere we went, i had decent cappuccino’s and espresso’s. but still i was super excited to discover my little melbourne, with its shiny strada, cool branding and the promise of a perfect flat white hanging in the air. needless to say i love everything about places like this, and i dragged in my friend to see if my instincts were right. they were, and i spent the rest of the afternoon a happy over-caffeinated bunny. the turks – who apparently taught budapest everything it knows about coffee – can learn a thing or two from this australian.