Here Come the Hungarians

HERE COMES THE HUNGARIANS A sign hangs like a star upon a building: “HERE COME THE HUNGARIANS” Delicious dishes that will please The American and European palate. My sisters on the right and my brother on the left, Pressure cookers upon the stage. Paprika to make you pretty, will make you blush. And yes, plenty of sour cream. Paprikash chicken with sour cream gravy is our specialty, Served up with plentiful eggs and flour in buttered dumplings , With a side of dills or creamy cucumbers. The four chefs will compete and make theirs the very best. We will have to expand to sites stemming out from the South. Our cousins will handle business in the Northeast, near Buffalo. We already have family involved in flooring and carpentry And one is the big boss of a well known restaurant. We roll up our sleeves, the cookers ready – 1,2,3,4…check. My sisters have a glint in their eyes whilst my brother plays innocent. I have to tell the truth, one sister’s moved aside, for it is her spouse Who mixes and pours. The pressure’s on. Dining room’s quiet – Until the doors open at 5:00 p.m. sharp, and the crowd listens For the familiar whistles, and the kitchen banter. Wine glasses Clink over sparkling white tablecloths and they savor the smell Of onion and chicken, beginning to thicken into browning gravy. As the customers eat their savory meals, my dad plays The Hungarian Czardas on his clarinet. And the satisfied Tongues sway to the folksy dinner with oohs and ahhs. This five star gem, okay I brag, will rise to historic fame! 2nd Place Winner 9/4/2016 My Imaginary Restaurant sponsored by Silent One