Flower Outside Hungarian Restaurant
Originally uploaded by sweetmondaygirl.
The Hungarian restaurant next to my apartment is a moody place.
Every morning I walk by it on the way to my car. Some days, the place smells of homemade bread straight from the oven. I'll take several deep breaths while passing because that is one of my favorite scents in the world, and smelling it on my own street corner makes me feel like I'm some place much more wholesome and interesting than Melrose & Vine. It's a great way to start the day, especially when the scent of bread mingles with the scent of the bright yellow roses that grow along the wall of the restaurant. When that happens, I'm able to ignore the fact that the building housing this restaurant is a complete eyesore.
On other days, the place smells so strongly of garbage that it makes my eyes sting. What's alarming is that as far as I can tell, the bread smell and the rotten trash smell come from the exact same part of the restaurant. There's a little gate through which you can see into part of the restaurant that isn't quite indoors, or quite outdoors. On the good days, there are racks of bread loaves. On the bad days, heaps of filth.
I suspect that this may have something to do with their questionable health department rating which fluctuates on a nearly monthly basis between a borderline acceptable "B" and a downright scary "C," and also explains why there are sometimes throngs of people in the place, but more often no one at all.
Last night I noticed that they'd cut down all the roses from the wall (not the bushes, just the pretty flowers), and I was glad I took this picture of one last weekend.