HUNGARY: The Menu Menace

The Menu Manace

"What in heaven's name is Chicken Marengo?" whispered the diner, bemused prototype of millions of restaurant guests. "I don't know," his wife whispered back. "Why don't you ask the waiter?" The gentleman looked embarrassed. "Certainly not," he said. "I will order the hamburger steak."

Last week, an unexpected champion arose for the millions who cannot tell Chicken Marengo* from Escalope de Foie Gras Talleyrand† from Surprise Omelet Milord— from apple pie a la mode.†† The champion was a writer for Budapest's Communist daily Vilagossag, who (he related in his column)...

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