stew, mostly because i like the sound of throttle. that is beautiful. that makes me very happy. >> 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.