With anticipation dropped in for some real Hungarian food, but the bowl of goulash they served up was watery with very few meat or veggies in it, and any flavours were so diluted as to be marginal at best.
Perhaps I was spoiled by the Goulash House years ago on Dundas in Toronto where the soup-stew was chockful of beef chunks and sliced veggies, and the small loave that one tore apart for dipping, all that was so good and peasant-like as to be in a small village in the old country!
But here at Paprika House?
Even though the owners and waitress are European, I cannot rate it better. Maybe they were having a bad day, or I need to return sometime to check out other dishes.
Not sure I will.
Too bad.