So I lived in the old jewish ghetto in Pest (the way better half of Budapest, which is split in half by the danube... and fuck, yes I sang the "blue danube waltz" pretty much the whole time I was there... except for when I was singing "hungarian dance no. 5", of course) for ten days. The world's second largest synagogue was right down the block. I
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We have all of these hungarian cook books because my grandmother was hungarian and I will support this statement. Although there are some damned good pastries and sometimes goulash makes you feel good on rainy days.
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