Funny how food memory is. I only remember eating goulash once, at the Olde Vienna Kaffeehaus in Marlborough, Massachusetts in the early nineties. I don’t remember much about the goulash, I remember that I was there to see blues great Taj Mahal, who played about six feet away from me and my goulash.
Ah, live music in a tiny crowded venue, if only I knew how precious that was.