HU as in RO
Since friend Novala decided during weekend to take a trip to Budapest, I decided also that is high time for an infusion of multiculturalism (not that I don't have that everyday, but nevertheless, I thought we can take that to a different level).
My only question for the weekend was thou a simple "how Austrian did I become in the meantime"? This was also triggered by my constant arguing against my poor (but patient) German teacher, who gets lots of "no, no, we don't say Pfannkuchen, we say Palatschinken"... No more comments.
So got in the car, and 400 km later there we were: almost in Hungary. For sure this sparkled again the discussion about nationalism and stuff like that (Romanians blah blah blah Hungarians blah blah blah flags yadda yadda nationalist symbols blah blah yadda yadda). The issue is rather simple: when one has a family like mine, lots of nations under the same roof/name, one cannot think about nationalism. Or at least one shouldn't. And why would one think about that anyways? In an age of globetrottering, ex-pats and global citizenship, how outdated is the nationalism? Or for whom is it outdated?
The trip was good opportunity to learn new words, such as "Etterem" - very important if you don't want to starv. BTW, if ever in Odorheiu Secuiesc, try Pethö Etterem (restaurant). More that 150 dishes. Menu in HU, RO, DE and EN. For sure I had Gulaschsuppe, and a wonderful Hungarian Schnitzel (nothing like our common knowledge about Schnitzel). And yes, for sure, this was a place where I finally had enough Gulaschsuppe (and I mean this in the good way). They brought me an empty soup plate, followed by this huge bowl of Gulaschsuppe - I think it was for three people. I had it all for myself. And I really enjoyed it. And we only had to pay for one plate of soup. I simply supposed they considered us to be really hungry. One happy Serb thanks these wonderful people for the wonderful gift of finally-enough-Gulaschsuppe.
My only question for the weekend was thou a simple "how Austrian did I become in the meantime"? This was also triggered by my constant arguing against my poor (but patient) German teacher, who gets lots of "no, no, we don't say Pfannkuchen, we say Palatschinken"... No more comments.
Oh, I simply love multiculturalism...
Labels: food, multiculturalism, Romania, trips
2 Comments:
:) So WHERE exactly is the Petho Etterem? I want to know if their Gulyas is as good as mine :)
By Isadora, at 11:05 PM
And "palacsinta" is something what I would die for. And my Aunt Elizabeth, lived in Gyoer,HU was the one who made the best "Palatschinten" in the world!!
(I'm a Hungarian, grown up in Switzerland and married today with an American) Is this multicultural enough..?...:-)
btw, Lara, many thanks for your commenting on my blog. Nice to meet you! :-) Your blogs are wonderful!!!
By S-V-H, at 9:02 AM
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