Game Changer


Photo: Tarama salad with crispy kale and toasted hazelnuts with a citrus dressing at Clamato in Paris. 

Has there ever been a meal or dish that changed the way you feel about food in its entirety? An experience so profound that it shattered your beliefs about cooking, restaurants and made you question your existence as an omnivore? This, my non-readers, was mine. This was my game changer.

I am a meat-lover and eater, a responsible one mind you. I do not buy sad chicken anymore, or sad pig…although apparently in this country (The Netherlands) they lie to us about it. I try to get organic meat and don’t eat it every day. However, I still do appreciate the beauty of a delicious piece of succulent pork or juicy chicken thigh. I am salivating just typing these words.

In March, we went away for a weekend in Paris. Two and a half hours by train and we were in the middle, well the north, of gay Paree. It was great. We have been before, so this trip was purely about eating food and walking around like a true flâneur.

I had a few restaurants on my list: mostly places Anthony Bourdain has been to. That guy just knows where to eat well. Why not make use of it? I have a phobia of tourist traps in big cities, so I like to do my research. So Tony, as his friends call him, led us to Clamato. A great fresh seafood place on the edge of the Le Marais district. We had a few dishes to share: whelks, clams, oysters and then the mind-blowing beauty that was the tarama salad.

I am so glad I know exactly where this restaurant is located, because I want to go back and eat more from the people who invented heaven on a plate.







Misdirected: David Lynch’s ‘Dune’ (1984)

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In Misdirected, I look at poor films made by great directors, with a focus on how the director’s style impacts the sub-par product.

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Frank Herbert’s Dune is a staple of science fiction literature, and is often considered one of the greatest works in the genre. It’s dense, political, and…well, complicated. Attempts to bring the book to the silver screen proved difficult, given the nigh-impossible task of translating the futuristic universe and all of its conflicts into a comprehensible screenplay. For some reason, the jobs of screenwriter and director landed in the hands of David Lynch, who had made the surrealist art-house classic Eraserhead (1977) seven years before and the surprisingly successful The Elephant Man (1980) three years after that. What exactly the producers and studio executives saw in Lynch’s impressive first two films that made them think he’d be the right man for Dune, I can’t say…

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Home is where your bed is

I settled down into my chair. The tables were arranged in a U -shape, so that everyone could see each other. One by one we introduced ourselves. I said where I am from and how old I was when I moved and that my mother tongue is not Romanian but Hungarian. As always, I was greeted with confused faces. Then, I had to explain my heritage and it is a story I have told many times. It really annoys me that I have to share it every time I introduce myself to someone. Maybe I am not proud of my nationality. Or maybe I just think that it doesn’t really matter. Is it only me that doesn’t care where others are from? That I am more interested in the person they are?

Kolozsvar/Cluj-Napoca in Romania. The city where I was born.

I wish I could just say that I am international. Or that people would not care so much about my background. For now I feel that my home is where my bed is.