I know this doesn't help, but it reminds me of this restaurant we went to when I was a kid. The owner and his wife and little boy travelled for three nights through the forest, hiding from the Russians, to escape to Austria, and then to the west.

He didn't play up the Hungarian thing, it was a typical burgers and shakes mom & pop kind of place, but there was plenty of goulash and such on the menu. The father was very upbeat, good humored, and outgoing and loved this country, but the little boy grew up shaky and damaged, those three nights in the forest did a number on him.