Table for One

I spent the summer in Budapest learning Hungarian and eating raw fish. At first, I tried to eat the local food — goulash, schnitzel, langosh — and became severely bloated. Every time I ordered something simple it turned out to have lashings of paprika. Even fennel salad. Hungarians don’t appreciate menu substitutions, so I gave up and bought some smoked salmon and rice cakes from the grocery store. This quickly got depressing. Then I Googled sushi and found a restaurant on the Danube River.