The Mullet is a live and well in Hungary - and did I see a beauty the other night. In a bar called Casablanca, don't ask, the new boss thought it would be a laugh (and he needed a pee) but he has just spent 9 months in Moscow so anything resembling kitsch has an unhealthy draw for him. This place claims to be inspired by, and according to one newspaper review stuck on the wall, be a modern incarnation of, the bar in Casablanca, Rick's Cafe Americain - yeah right about as close to being like Rick's as McDonalds is to 5 star Michelin cusine!
The mullet and tasche combo playing the piano was truly amazing, as was the piano because it was in fact a little plinky electro keyboard not even an a western saloon sit up piano. It must have taken years to cultivate and did look like it had grown a human rather than the other way round - think Keegan playing for Hamburg, with a Jackie Charlton comb over and a tasche like some Latin American despot and you have something close to the resident pianist in Casablanca (Budapest) - Sam the Piano man he was not!
Around the walls there were photos of the owners and also the 3 volumes of his autobiography - it looked a ripping yarn. We figured he might have been a big star under communism but his star was know on the wane and the custom appeared to have been based on drunk, nostalgic Russians and 2 Brits, one of whom was bursting for a pee - the only reason we went in in the first place.
Having also been to have dinner at what we were told was the best curry house in Budapest, OK so the list can't be too long, and when I ordered something completely different to my companion and they looked so similar that the waiter couldn't tell them apart, we knew it was going to be a slightly odd evening anyway.
By all account, Hungary is also the capital of the European Porn industry so maybe the dodgy tasche and the incredible mullet can be found in all good adult stockists in Soho!
check out www.casablanca-club.hu/mainpage for a true taste!
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