Nobody Knows the Truffles I've Seen: A Memoir

This autobiography covers the Jewish author in his native land, Hungary, just before, during and after WWII, and then after the Russians took over his country. His rendition of how he stayed alive when all the other Jews were being killed is grand reading. How he eventually came to the U.S. not knowing any English, and the multitude of jobs he secured to again stay alive, is interesting. He finally becomes a supremely successful restaurateur and his story keeps your interest throughout.

Amazingly rich in historical facts and reality.Specialy visit the Budapesht and George Lang restorant "Gundel" in BudapeshtThis gentelment is my hero. THANK YOU

I thoroughly enjoyed the book; the saga of his undaunted struggle to survive - and succeed - was a real page-turner. As a born-and-bred New Yorker of a "certain age," Mr. Lang's tales of old, familiar landmarks were an unexpected dividend, as was his demi-cookbook at the end, which, as an American of Hungarian extraction, solved many mysteries of my Grandma's cooking.

Being a college student at the Rochester Institue of Technology as a Hotel/Food major I found this book very inspirational. Mr. Lang took advantage of his life. He dreamed big, and his dreams came true! Sometimes I couldn't belive the oppourtunites he created for himself. He proves that you can open doors for yourself if you know your stuff and the right people. Mr. Lang, you are a inspiration to me! I too dream big!

George Lang reveres the late great New Yorker writer Joseph Wechsberg (Grey Trout and Black Truffles, etc.). It shows. This autobiography that's also an "apologia pro vita sua" celebrates not just food, but life. And what a life! Thank goodness he's only at mid-passage. Go, George!