[id=quote font="arial, helvetica"]quote: Originally posted by tooslimnc
I used to live in the Hungarian section of New Brunswick NJ. I haven't had chicken paprikash since and I miss it.
Sadly, Hungarian food is no longer to be found in the area. I believe that a great many of the local Hungarians moved to other areas, after which the authentic restaurants in the area closed. Even the one on Rt. 27 in Franklin Park is gone!
Gee, that's a shame. I remember going up to the Hungarian Festival there with my folks about a dozen years ago. Bought a lovely sgrafitto plate, there. The palascinta was okay, but since my 2005 trip to Budapest . . . well, it pales in comparison.
I don't know, honestly, where to go to get good Hungarian food in the states. I haven't really looked. We visited several good restaurants while in Hungary, of course. They may scoff at the "touristy" ones up in the castle (the wall-enclosed historic district on top of the cliff in Buda), but there was a really fun one in a cellar called the Red Devil
. It was chilly (March, and yes, we were there for the 15th), so nobody was eating in the courtyard, but down in the basement. The food was quite good: the usual hearty stews and things.
Most restaurants in Hungary have gypsy violinists. One we went to in Pest serenaded us and played for the ladies, trying to get their husbands to tip them. The most hilarious part of the evening was when he played for me and then tried to get the young man next to me to tip him. How could he know it was my little brother? lol
Another Buda restaurant had the ubiquitous gypsy band, who, upon hearing our American accents, disturbingly broke off and started playing Sinatra and showtunes. I mean, I'd really rather hear Hungarian music than "Tonight" from West Side Story or "My Way." I mean, really!
We spent one day having a private wine-tasting in Tokaj, including a tour of a cavern full of wine casks
with the characteristic mold that gives the wine its flavor. Afterward, we staggered out to the street, and our designated driver drove us to a nearby casino (tavern) near the Tisza river, where they serve a famous "Fisherman's soup
" or Halászlé
. It was fabulous. Although I'd pretty much sobered up by the time we arrived (the wine has a ridiculously high sugar content and goes through you pretty quick), what I remember most about the place was the enormous ceramic stove. They're ubiquitous
in that part of the world, but this one was enormous, and covered in brown molded tiles.
I think the most memorable meal, however, was when I got in a bar fight with my Socialist Party host in Aszód and the mayor (who was taking us out to lunch) had to break it up. (This was 2005, by the way. There's a new young mayor now, and the town has an actual website.) It was at Aredo Kávézó és Étterem
. Click "Képek
" for photos. It's a nice place, sorta taverny, with a great atmosphere. The palascinta was particularly nice for dessert. (Okay, it was more an argument than a bar fight, but who else can claim to have a bar fight broken up by the mayor in Aszód, Hungary, I ask you? Particularly when my Ükapa (great-great-grandfather) went to school there with Petőfi. Seriously.
He fought with Kossuth. We were there to donate his diary to the Petőfi Literary Museum. Got on TV and everything. lol
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