The mise en scene: a "typical" restaurant in Budapest, described in the course of a New Yorker report on the first postwar Grand Prix in an Eastern European country. The personnel: reporters, drivers and miscellaneous hangers-on: " ' What is this red powder?' asked someone at a table of Italians. 'They call it paprika,' answered another Italian informatively. 'They eat it here. It is ver-y, ver-y strong. They have perhaps given it to us to test our virility.' "
Americans, accustomed to thinking of paprika - when they think of it at all - as something good only for testing one's immunity to boredom, may well be surprised at this exchange. Yet the truth is that most of our paprika is but a pale shadow of a spice the food authority George Lang has described as ''synonymous with 'Hungarian,' " saying,"Paprika is to the Hungarian cuisine as wit is to its conversation - not just a superficial garnish, but an integral element, a very special and unique flavor instantly recognizable."