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| - I feel like I'll be dodging arrows on this review, but it needs to happen.
I've been wanting to try Jozsa's for almost two years after the barrage of positive vibes I've heard from multiple people. So when we were looking for a quiet, unique and BYOB spot for Mother's Day, the perfect opportunity presented itself.
I called Alex a few weeks prior, and after an impromptu conversation about everything from my last name to his friends that were in the area, I managed to secure a reservation for 7 at 5pm. Needless to say, I was thrilled given his hours can be inconsistent and it all depends on whether he "has people in."
Driving up to Jozsa's, I had already expected it to be run-down and sketchy, but even it pushed my comfort zone a little. After parking our car, I was completely relieved when we walked in (weren't exactly sure if we were even entering the front door) and were greeted by Alex in all of his Hungarian hospitality... that hospitality (and perhaps his food) is about all that prevented this from being a rare 1-star review.
When I told Alex we were here for our 5pm reservation, I immediately knew something was wrong. After confirming that we in-fact had made a reservation, Alex let us know that "something had gone wrong" and there were way more people than he had expected. Peering into the dining room, I've never seen more people packed into such a small space (and I could see the discontent brewing). As he didn't want to turn us away, they wedged a table in the corner of the kitchen semi-under the standing counter. After wedging us in (my brother and I had to lean forward the entire meal so that we weren't hitting our heads on the counter behind us and my mother's chair was up against the front door) ANOTHER group of 5 walked in with reservations as well. While I didn't see the aftermath of their placement, Alex mentioned he was going to squeeze them in with another table of 7 in the dining room (I honestly don't know how he did).
Finally seated, I was excited to try the food. When I talked to Alex on the phone, he confirmed what many had told me in that it would be a multi-course Hungarian meal for $15 pp. The courses were as follows:
1. Mushrooms and fried dough
2. Cabbage and noodles
3. Pork and bread
4. Cucumber salad
5. Dessert (more fried dough, some nuts, and some craisins w/ powdered sugar)
While I could of passed the first course (the mushrooms were definitely from a can and the dough would of been much better if it were warm), the second and third completely reminded me of my grandmother's Polish cooking... to die for. After that however, the cucumber salad and dessert (if you could even call it that) were definitely a miss.
During the entire meal, Alex exhibited an almost a bi-polar personality. With the other cook in the kitchen, he awkwardly berated her in front of us. But while interacting directly with us, he was the sweet big old Hungarian man that I had heard so much positive praise about.
As we were getting ready to pay our bill, some of the other tables from the dining room began to leave (we'd know because my mother had to slide her chair forward to let them out every time). It was at this point, Alex went on what I can only call a hunt for his money... more or less interrogating everyone as they left to see if they paid and how much. After an extremely disgruntled party left (I believe it was the 7 that got crammed with the bonus party of 5), it came our turn to pay and leave.
"$20 plus tip please."
What? So much for that $15 he mentioned on the phone (and on his menu). I don't know if he jacked the price up for Mother's Day or what, but at this point I didn't feel like arguing in front of the family (it already had reached enough of an awkward point) so I got the cash and gave it to Alex. As we were leaving, he pleaded us to return and kind of refused to stop talking and let us go (kind of that awkward interaction everyone has dealt with from a grandmother and grandfather in their lifetime).
Overall, we gave Jozsa's every shot to be the place we wanted it to be. We even considered early on in the meal bringing the wife's family for another excursion at some point in the future. I don't know if it was just a bad experience due to Mother's Day, the overbooking or both, but it was bad enough that we likely won't give Jozsa Corner another shot in the future.
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