>> if i were to ask most hungarians, when were the good old days? >> you would have the answer. >> this. >> of course, it's not all foie gras and fine wines. there are other pleasures, just as awesome. maybe, maybe even more awesome. like this. plesharda. a smokey, chilly working class joint run for the last 25 years and for obvious reasons, beloved by locals. and here's why. look at this. a golden brown pancake with chicken livers covered, nay, drowned with a rich, deeply satisfying sauce of bone marrow. >> i've got to tell you, this is great. some of you have noticed and complained that i don't really describe food anymore, on the show. this is a deliberate strategy on my part, actually. it's really a lot like writing porn. after you've used the same adjectives over and over, look at it, it's chicken liver, bone marrow, a delicious pancake. is this going to make your life better at all if i describe exactly how while smacking my lips and annoying you? no. it's good. ride that baby all the way home. >> yeah. oh, that's good. extra pork flavor. hints of three-day-old fryer grease. i could surf this thing back to my hotel. >> i kid you not. this is a testament to a great culture. also gout.