As the weather turns sunny and warm, we lunch outside. Last week there was a group of us, mostly Hungarians, a handful of Romanians, a French guy, and one other American, gathered around the picnic table. Everyone was relaxed, the mood fostered by… Read More ›
pig killing
A Weekend for Pig Killing
A few weeks ago, we ate at one of our regular neighborhood restaurants. The manager is always solicitous, ensuring we understand the non translated list of specials. On this particular Saturday, all related to the tradition of a Slovak pig… Read More ›