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Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen

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In this immensely moving and entertaining memoir, George Lang tells the story--as only he can tell it--of his extraordinary life. Seasoning his account with splashes of comédie noire, as he relives the horrors of the Nazi takeover and of his harrowing escape to freedom, he details with generous measures of joie de vivre his metamorphosis from budding violinist to top strategist in the palate revolution that swept across America during the postwar years.

Born in Székesfehérvár, Hungary, only child of a Jewish tailor, Lang was destined for the concert stage. But his world suddenly at nineteen he was incarcerated in a forced-labor camp, never to see his parents again. Miraculously (with the help of his rudimentary tailoring skills) he survived, only to find himself, after the liberation, undergoing torture and a trumped-up trial. Even his planned escape from Hungary in a hired hearse backfired, and he was forced to walk through minefields to reach the Austrian border.

After he landed in New York in 1946, his hard-won survival techniques served him a stint on the Arthur Godfrey show, an idyll at Tanglewood, a fill-in at Billy Rose's Diamond Horseshoe, before the momentous decision to switch from the fiddle to the kitchen, where a whole new world opened up. Soon Lang was managing a "wedding factory" on the Bowery, and then orchestrating banquets at the Waldorf for Khrushchev, Queen Elizabeth, Princess Grace, and the like.

The time was right. America was ready to be converted to the idea of food as entertainment, and George Lang was the man to spread the gospel. He took on The Four Seasons, he explored Indonesia and the Philippines to bring back exotic tastes for the 1964 World's Fair, he pioneered upscale restaurant complexes within shopping malls that were sprouting up all over. It was almost inevitable that he would invent a new profession, and as the first restaurant consultant he managed to create several hundred pleasure domes in more than two dozen countries. Finally he resurrected two great the Café des Artistes in New York and Gundel in his native Hungary.

Lang's book also brings back the world of the Budapest coffeehouses, where life was one long string of paprika-flavored punch lines. His lively cast of characters ranges from Pavarotti and James Beard to President Clinton and Pope John Paul II. Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen is a quintessential Horatio Alger story told by a born raconteur.

400 pages, Hardcover

First published March 17, 1998

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March 11, 2018
This book started out well and George Lang led an amazing life. Unfortunately it became a rather long read and my interest dwindled about half way through. This man made incredible opportunities for himself and I enjoyed his creativity in creating fabulous dining experiences.
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December 13, 2018
Magnificent! The world is poorer now that George Lang is gone.
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December 11, 2014
I picked this book up years ago (a proofreader's edition) because of my devotion to George Lang (RIP) and its unforgettable title. Having just watched The Grand Budapest Hotel and feeling unsatisfied with its portrayal of old world opulence and service, (let alone the region's troubles) I had to start reading this book immediately. I have gone down a George Lang rabbit hole since then (in the last 24 hours), and feel a sharp pain of longing for the tableware of those grand hotels. Time for trip to central Europe, it seems. In a noble swelling of emotion I almost bought the back bar of Luchow's restaurant which was salvaged by a quick-thinking architecture student before it was razed in 1995. "Oh, this old thing? I simply had to have it."
The book so far is amazing.

Well, the book did not maintain my interest throughout. As soon as the war was over, many of the charming stories fell away and the last part of the book was filled with awful-sounding contracts to consult on doomed restaurants. Disappointing, to say the least. Even the world fair section was so-so.
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