The Chicken Paprikash I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Chicken Paprikash and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the creamy and savoury was right, onion was handled the way it should be.

Hungarian cuisine was shaped by nomadic Magyar traditions mixed with Ottoman and Habsburg influences. Growing up it was always a lakeside restaurant on the Balaton, which shaped my reference point entirely. Dreher beer alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.