Peaches And Cream Club — Restaurant in Budapest

I actively had to live journal my experience in this place when I visited there last Saturday, because it was absolutely mental:

This place appears like an AI generated experiment, almost like it’s the latest VR release of the Sims.

None of the music seems to be licensed past 2005.

They sandwiched a known song from 2005 in between five different Turkish style songs that I have never heard of. But regardless everyone else knows the lyrics to every song.

It’s always the same level of busyness. The dance floor was never emptier or more packed than when we first arrived, perfect equilibrium at all times.

I genuinely believe we are part of a 2025 remake of the Truman Show. Like if you put your hand up to tell them to knock it off, you would win a prize as being the first person to ever discover this was a televised social experiment. It feels like MR Beast is waiting for me to tap out.

However, it feels like if I don’t dance and play along with the joke then they will ship me off to the Gulag to repent for my misbehaviour with eternal forced labour.

This is one of those places with video DJs but they genuinely don’t seem to have got any licensing past 2005.

The music videos for the Turkish sounding songs looked like they were shot in one take and all filmed in the same dimly lit hotel room.

We have been there an hour and they have already played three songs from 50 Cent’s breakout album Get Rich or Die Tryin’. I have not listened to any of those songs within the same two hour period since 2004.

They brought an older bloke on stage to sing what I think is happy birthday in Turkish. He would often look over and stare us directly in the eyes, it was very disconcerting

The bartender had several buttons undone up to his nipple line, but then all buttons from there up fully fastened.

A second singer appeared who looked like a fat bald man but had the voice of a young Mariah Carey. It turns out he was a 12 year old eunuch.

This is genuinely a prepubescent boy singing people’s song requests. The old man and the young child who are both singing seem like a package duo. Like he has been grooming this child to sing in this club since he could talk.

There’s a guy walking around the club who looks like a Jimmy Saville impersonator.

In the interlude from this random karaoke, a group of Spanish tourists started singing Volare by Bobby Rydell whenever there was a gap in the official music.

There's a very pale ginger man who keeps walking around like he’s been trapped in this place for years, like Tom Hanks in The Terminal.

The DJ is called DJ Fenton, yes, like the viral video. Fennnnnntoooooooooooooonnnnnn.

This is like I travelled back to the past and witnessed cavemen making fire for the first time.

The duo are back and the only thing I can liken them to is the Hungarian Chas and Dave.

It feels like we stumbled into the Hungarian Mafia’s birthday party for a deceased relative who loved R&B but unexpectedly passed away in 2004.

The last actual song by an artist they played tonight was Wild Thoughts by Rihanna, which was simultaneously the most recently released song (2017) and probably the most money they paid the whole night for music licensing.

I swear someone just threw a drink towards me but missed by two metres, and only splattered me on the leg.

I feel like this is some very niche subculture I have stumbled across, like discovering one of the uncontactable Amazon tribes that we try to protect from deforestation in Brazil.

Someone was wearing a branded Unicum polo shirt and he didn’t work there.

The bathroom also suspiciously smells like chlorine, as if Bill Cosby was using it as his local pickup spot. But i'm starting to think it wasn't a coincidence I thought I saw Jimmy Saville earlier.

At one point it looked like the bouncer who let me in had taken over as the DJ.

This whole experience feels like a fever dream.

They have a Tripadvisor travelers choice award pinned around the entrance but framed like they had won the award consecutive years in a row. They hadn’t.

All in all an...

We booked a white VIP table here for the NYE party. Terrible mistake. The sound system was poorly done for the white VIP tables. Sitting at the bar was better than sitting at the table, so the 500 euros werent justified because you literally couldnt enjoy the music sitting at the table. We couldn’t even hear what songs was playing. There were no sound system in that side of the club, so if you want a table, just book a black VIP one (for the reasonable price of a 1000 euros) that’s closer to the sound system. Disappointing. The songs were fine, but the DJ wasn’t mixing. It felt like they had a playlist, they left the songs playing from the very first second to the very last, no transition between the songs, nothing. Also, the Peaches and Cream theme song is extremely cringe, the only person who seemed to enjoy that atrocious anthem was the owner of the club. The drinks were good. We had Ciroc vodka, some champagne and a bottle of rum. There’s this weird thing happening when the drinks arrive, they come with fireworks (which is totally fine and enjoyable) and also with 3 dancers that HAVE to dance until the fireworks stops. I feel like they could have asked first if we wanted this extra moment, because it felt weird for everyone and unenjoyable after all. We were just waiting for the fireworks to stop lighting so that whole joke of a moment could be over. I dont know if it was only a “NYE” thing, but at some point the club and the entrance got overcrowded. We went out to smoke a cigarette and we werent allowed back in, even if we had the VIP bracelet on. People were walking out through the emergency exits, but we werent allowed to go back inside using them, really ridiculous because we were showing the bouncers the bracelets and they were not only rude but also aggressive. We managed to go back inside after quite a big scandal because it was freezing cold, people were extremely tensioned outside and we had to go back inside somehow. If the bouncers put half the energy they put to be aggressive towards us into kicking out the extremely drunk people from the club, things would have been so much better. People were super drunk, a girl almost passed out there, they were constantly leaving drinks on our table (VIP…) and sitting on our couches, no bouncer really seemed to notice the chaos from inside.

All in all, there are way better ways to spend the weekend in Budapest. We decided to go to this club because of the Tripadviser reviews. I dont know what happened or if the reviews were legit, but it felt like a tourist trap. Definitely would not recommend. We decided to go back home so we could play the exact same music that was playing in the club but we could at least...

Hihetetlen, nem is véleményt írok, inkább csak vázolom az estém:

Ketten megérkeztünk,kint jeleztem,hogy Vip-esek leszünk,ezért átküldött a belső emberhez, aki az információ hallatán végignézett rajtunk,hogy mehetünk-e....(Mehettünk,köszönjük,hogy megfelelhettünk a Peaches amd Cream Vip részének!!!!!) De ezt letudtam ott magamban,oké, legyen jó az este folytassuk. A bejárattól első a ruhatár majd úgy veszed meg a jegyet. (A szettem felső része: ing,amin van egy vékony bördzseki és egy bunda.) A ruhatárban leadtam a bundát, a sálam , a ruhatáros lányok rendesek voltak. Tovább mentünk jegyet venni, ahol rám szóltak,hogy vegyem le a bőrdzsekit is, amire jeleztem/mutattam,hogy üres csak a szettem miatt van rajtam plusz a ruhatáros kártyámat is mutatom,hogy a kabátomat leadtam. A személyzet ragaszkodott hozzá,hogy levegyem,amire mondtam oké és visszamentem a ruhatárhoz,ahol jeleztem,hogy a jegyesek nem szeretnének beengedni a dzsekimben így szeretném a bunda mellé tenni. Válasz: oké,400 Ft. -De hisz az imént jártam itt,ha tudom hogy lekell venni beadtam volna egyben. -nembaj 400 Ft. jó jó legyen Nos ez lezajlott, visszamentem kikértem a vipet, a kedvem nem a top-on, nem is értem miért, és bementünk a helyünkre. Jól kezdődött a buli, zene meg minden ..... Az este folyamán eljutottunk arra a pontra,hogy a tancparketten üvegszilánkok ,meg minden ami nem odavaló. Jeleztem a pultos srácnak,aki egész este nagyon jó fej volt!!! Mondta,mindjárt tovább jelzi, de éppen rendelése volt. Láttam a kollegáját a pulton kívül állni,így neki is mutattam,hogy ezzel kezdeni kéne valamit azzal a kérdéssel,hogy "Hogyan tudok jelezni a takarítóknak?" Az emberünk ránézett(egyébként egész este felesezett majd ennél a pontnál nem neveztem volna józannak), és megállapította,hogy ezt mi csináltuk,menjünk le a Vipből. Na ezen csak mosolyogni tudtam,biztos nem megyek le,nem is fogok így soha. De egyébként körülbelül a levegőbe beszélt mert nem tudott hova nézni... Elmosolyodtam és átmentem egy másik részre. Rá 20 percre a mosdó felől megyek be a Vipbe, ugyanez a felszolgáló nézi a karszalagot(oké nézze) ,majd megállít,hogy nem mehetünk be mert nem Vip. Szépen a szeméhez tettem a karszalagom mire sikerült felismernie........hihetetlen. Megy a buli,bementünk középre, és igazából ami ott fogadott,az nem a személyzet hibája, hacsak valaki ránem nézett és tovább ment. Üvegszilánkok,ragadós padló(ez egyébként a vipben is), feszülő emberek.... Tegnap este kb. 3 balhé volt. Egy részeg lány, nem nő,hanem kislány a viselkedése alapján!. a semmiből földig tépte az idegen lányt, és csak annyit látok,hogy emberek esnek a földre próbáltam szétszedni őket. A biztonsági csapat viszonylag gyorsan reagál a helyzetekre. Folytatódott az este, elkap a tánc,megy a jó rnb,hiphop zene, majd a dj "rákever" egy latinos spanyol zenét..... úgy,hogy az az elejéről indul, miközben az előző szám tempósan ért véget, és nem hatás szünet,hogy oké a párok lelassúlnak, hanem egy pillanat alatt.... Lehet soknak hangzik, de ezek a részletek igenis számítanak. Jó Dj-knél ez nincs jelen. Mindenféle embert beengednek, akin már van egy fehér ing, de még pólóban is mennek a korlátranra 2000 Ftért. Jó hely lenne, ha nem lenne annyira tele,hogy csak azt látod,mindenhol kialakult egy folyósó, és egymást közt pásztáznak az emberek. Köszönöm ezt az estét, a leírtak alapján jogosnak érzem ezt az 1 csillagot. Vannak jó helyek a városban, de ez nagyon gáz volt. Vendéglátó hely, és mindössze 2 embertől érzed,hogy vendég vagy.( Az aranyos takarító néni a mosdóknál,plusz a fiatal báros srác a Vipben).

Ui.: A vipben plusz a klubban, itt ott szövetkabátos ember vagy dzsekis szóval...