Everything you think of when you hear “Anyukám Mondta” (literally translated: “my mother said”) is, fortunately or sadly, absolutely true about us.
We both worked in Italy, as a maitre d’ and as a chef – and as people who love being there. Time went by and, after a brief two-and-a-half year detour via New York, home was waiting. So we returned. First we created a corner bar, then a corner pizzeria, and then Anyukám Mondta restaurant – no change from the corner, but that would be too many of the good things in one place. It’s a legendary institution that needs no introduction to many people today – but you don’t say that about yourself!
Because we’d rather just live and live and live happily ever after.
And in the meantime we bake bread, cook syrup, stuff sausages and do a lot of other things that end in “nothing”. Of course, like a world gymnastics championship, there are compulsory elements without which a serious gymnast dare not hope for serious recognition. And there are also optional exercises – that’s where the most exciting stuff starts!
What is certain is that, either way, even the pickled cucumber has our hearts in it – because if it doesn’t, well, the story is essentially completely pointless.
Pléhtigris – Foodtruck