Definitely the best Hungarian restaurant on the West Side. The staff seems to be 100 percent off-the-boat, and it shows, down to their refusal to acknowledge the hyperactive T.G.I.-Friday's American style of service. And, sure, the decor is right out of a small-town Dairy Queen, but I'll cut a place some slack if they have it where it counts: in the kitchen. And this place thankfully does. The chicken paprikas, cucumber salad and potato pancake I got were crazy delicious -- everything was a bit on the heavy side, but what do you expect from a national cuisine that practically considers sour cream a food group? I left full and happy.