I was informed by a fellow traveler (in a charming Australian twang, no less) that the best bagel in the world was right here in the capital city of Budapest, mere steps from the café in which we were conversing over a beer and a ginger-mint tea (respectfully). Not being much of a bagel person and never really buying into the extremes of something being absolutely, the best, ever, one hundred percent, I was skeptical. My skepticism at first was the type borne of conversation-making origin; the type of diluted debate that one has in order to maintain the volley of conversation.
The next day, my skepticism morphed into curiosity as my stomach alerted me that it was, gloriously enough, time once again to venture out into the smorgasbord that is Foodapest, Hungry. And it was to Budapest Bägel I ventured.
It's not just a bagel. It's a whole experience, and cream cheese is for amateurs. You don't eat this like a normal bagel with two sides; it's a full sandwich literally bursting with a mix of lettuces, an ocean of cream cheese, and the fillings you choose. There's an extensive menu for omnivores and herbivores alike, ranging from high-end greenery like avocado and grilled eggplant to meat fillings as deluxe as smoked duck liver.
Come here if you want the fluffiest, most delectable brunch food of your life. Don't come here if you aren't prepared to be unable to eat any other bagel again. Bravo, Budapest Bägel. You've turned me into a bagel person.