After leaving Peles Castle, we found a restaurant called Le Cerdac off the beaten path in Busteni. It felt like a fancy restaurant from the 80s in a way that I can’t explain but I loved the aesthetic. Being a weekday at lunch time, we were the only diners there which made it even better!

We sat by the window – I don’t know, man, some people hate dreary weather but I was really vibing with this view. Look at that fog over the mountains!

OH COME ON. Should I print and frame this? I think I need to print and frame this. As soon as Henry builds me a floating wall.

This is Henry’s crazed, “We’re in ROMANIA, BABY” look.

I was really so much less of a bitch by this point of the day, you’ll be so thrilled to know. You know how sometimes you’re just trying to do the most and then you get overwhelmed and then your period is about to start and you’re so fucking hungry and then on top of all of that you’re with HENRY who can often be completely unaware of the plight we go through? Yeah, it was that kind of day. But then we got to this cozy and quiet restaurant, and I was able to just tune out all of that noise and really be in the moment….

…and shove my face into a plate of hot mamaliga and mushrooms. This lunch was, to a vegetarian like myself, such a soothing comfort meal on a drizzly autumn day in the Carpathian Mountains (or, if you’re on my level with them, the Carpathies). I was so happy!

Henry went to the bathroom and left the door to the dining area open long enough for this cutie to slip in, LOL. He was so friendly and kept climbing into my lap, I loved him so much but of course every cat encounter I had there made me miss Penelope so much! Leaving pets behind is the ONLY downside of travel, in my opinion. My mom was here with her but I have a feeling she was here as often as she said she was, so that paranoia is always traveling with me like an emotional carry-on.

You guys, Henry took pictures of his food SEVERAL TIMES during our travels through Romania. What in the actual hell.

LOL I was flipping through my vacation journal to make sure I wasn’t leaving out any pertinent tidbits and realized that I forgot to add in the Sighisoara dinner post that there was elderly couple seated at a table across from us, who were also clearly on vacation, and I said, “That could be us one day. Except if I’m that old, then it would be your urn sitting next to me.”

“Yeah, or your new boyfriend,” Henry added. LOLOLOL.

Anyway, that concludes our lunch in Busteni! Our server was kind of neutral with us until the end when Henry tipped her, and then she suddenly had personality and asked us to review the place on Google, which I did because I’m a sucker but that was really a very nice and cozy place with delectable mamaliga and a sweet cat, and I’m glad we stopped there!

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