My hosts at this Pension were very nice. I mentioned that they invited me to dinner. They said that they were having two Canadians for dinner. I took that to mean that there would be two Canadians eating dinner with us. Well, when I got to the table, there were three place settings. Me and my two hosts. Where were the Canadians going to sit?
Remember, this is where Vlad Tepes, also known as Vlad the Impaler was born. Vlad was the inspiration for the Dracula story. His father was Vlad Dracul. Another wonderful Romanian man from way back. Maybe having Canadians for dinner was a tradition here. Romanian Goulash?
I was thinking Meatloaf Again? We had red wine. RED wine. Home made. Tasted great. Still no one else. We had lamb soup. Very good. Frankly, the best lamb soup I have ever had. I would put it down to being one of the best soups of any kind that I had ever had.
Still no Canadians. Then the Goulash came out. Meat. Plenty of great tender meat. Some potatoes, some of the best Polenta I have ever had. Still no Canadians. Some Apple Cake, but with whole grain flour. Plenty of home made plumb brandy. There was a full size pear in the bottle. If I understood the host, he grew the pear in the bottle.
A woman and her child from Australia arrived. They had reservations elsewhere that had had issues. They needed a place and the place I was in was top rated among the lonely planet people. They had dinner with us.
Still no Canadians, but the meat was delicious.
After we ate, and the woman left to get her kid ready for bed, I sat talking with the hosts. Their English was not especially good, but we got by.
One subject there was no gap in was that I was travelling alone and I was 56. They have a good Romanian female friend named Lucretia that is 48 and widowed. She would be visiting this weekend. I should come back. It seems the hosts thought I could use a Romanian wife.
I will be way north of here by then. OR east, or somewhere else.
Maybe if I play along I can avoid having the next guests finding out how Americans taste. I am guessing pork. Probably more like bacon in my case.
Reality Check: The Canadians were a no-show. Rather rude to the hosts I think, but the weather had turned bad and there was no way to call. Maria was pretty concerned that she had made so much food and they were not there. The surprise arrival of another guest was awesome for Maria and John, our hosts, and kept me from being the only one trying to converse in limited English. I would recommend this place. It is basic, but the hosts were entertaining.
BUT I will be as far away from here as possible when Lucretia is home this weekend.