In this coffee review about the Boulevard Diner, Bruce and I are joined by Michael, the “publisher” of Pie and Coffee, who rarely appears on this blog. He speaks Hungarian, is a fan of classic diners, and lives near Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Pie and Coffee: So how do you say her name?
Michael: Báthory Erzsébet.
P: And what were you telling me about her?
M: Well, she liked to bathe in the blood of young girls. She thought it kept her young. And that’s not really cool, but the family couldn’t kill her, because she had a title and all that, and you don’t kill a family member. So they walled her up in her room, because they weren’t really killing her then.
P: So they just let her die.
M: Roughly speaking, yeah.
Bruce: Of a slow death.
M: Yeah. But they didn’t kill her!
B: Of a bloody death.
P: Did you hear Bruce’s song about her?
M: Yes I did, I liked that very much.
P: It got a good review on Volcano Boy.
B: I got a great review on Volcano Boy.
M: I saw that too.
B: You know what they say about Volcano Boy.
M: What do they say about Volcano Boy?
P: It’s a volcano—watch out for the ashes! They get hot!
P: So the Boulevard Diner.
M: The Boulevard Diner rocks!
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