From 1887, the Café Central (or Centrál Kávéház, in Magyar) has been a meeting place for artists, intellectuals, professionals, and others located on Budapest’s Károlyi Mihály street. One of its most famous patrons was the novelist and dramatist Ferenc Molnár (born Ferenc Neumann and often anglicized as Franz Molnar), whose 1906 book The Paul Street Boys is perhaps the most widely-read Hungarian novel. His 1909 play “Liliom” was later adapted by Rodgers and Hammerstein into the musical “Carousel”. Both his plays “The Guardsman” and “The Swan” were later made into films (the latter being Grace Kelly’s final appearance on the silver screen), while “The Play at the Castle” was adapted by P.G. Wodehouse into “The Play’s the Thing” and by Tom Stoppard into “Rough Crossing”.
During the bloody revolt of the socialist Béla Kun in 1919, thugs roamed the streets of Budapest unchallenged, and for safety’s sake many refused to go out at night unless in a suitably large group of people. Molnár for the most part chose to stay at home, but nonetheless encouraged his friends to visit him. One night, a few friends arrived at his house accompanied by a very large man as a security precaution. Molnár gave him a worrying look for much of the evening and when it came time for his friends to depart, Molnár shooks hands with the giant man, asking him “Aren’t you afraid to go home by yourself? Aren’t you terribly afraid that you’ll attack somebody?”

On another occasion, a friend arrived at Molnár’s just as the playwright was readying for bed. He observed Molnár taking off his slippers and placing them by his bed, the one facing the other, toe-to-toe. The visitor inquired the meaning of this ritual. “You see,” Molnár replied, “if you put them side by side, both staring straight ahead, they look like a married couple who have just had words. It depresses me. But see how friendly they look nose to nose! They cheer me up and I sleep better.”
After Kun had been overthrown and peace was restored to Budapest, Molnár was holding court at the Centrál as per usual when his American agent came to Budapest, desperate to bring Molnár to New York (where his play “Liliom” was proving a tremendous success). Molnár, who was not a huge fan of travel, would not budge, claiming that the idea of the journey alone filled him with dread. His agent tried to assure Molnár that he would travel first-class in the highest comfort: first across Europe on the Orient Express, then to America on a luxury passenger ship. Molnár remonstrated, “But what about the journey from this café to the railway station?”

Feuds and spats are often rife in the literary world, and Molnár’s life was no exception. He used to say of his rival, the unusually thin journalist Felecki, that “when Felecki was born, the midwife kept the umbilical cord and threw away the baby”. Late rising is another frequent characteristic of the literary life, and true to form Molnár rarely ever rose before noon. There was one instance, however, when circumstances induced him to arise not only before noon but indeed even earlier in the morning. Molnár had been summoned to appear as a witness in a lawsuit in Budapest and was ordered to present himself at the court at 9:00 am. Chiefly thanks to the workings of his servants, he duly rose and dressed and was pressed out of the house by a half-hour before the appointed time. Astounded by the masses of citizens on their way to work, the first rush hour he had ever witnessed, Molnár exclaimed “Good heavens! Are all these people witnesses in this damned case?”

Ferenc Molnar |
Later in the 1920s, Molnár left Budapest for the old imperial capital, Vienna, where he lived comfortably in a hotel. Hearing of the flourishing dramatist, a significant number of related Molnárs came to visit, no doubt in the hopes of enjoying some of the fruits of their kinsman’s success. Suspecting they would not be received with open arms, they were pleasantly surprised when Ferenc welcomed them with great kindness and affection, much more so than they had expected. He even demanded that a group photograph be taken to commemorate the visit. When the print of the photograph was prepared, Molnár handed it to his doorman, instructing “whenever you see any of the persons in the picture trying to get into the hotel, don’t let them in!”
One evening in Vienna, Molnár was invited to the house of a prominent politician for a party at which the acclaimed Austrian tenor Richard Tauber was singing. The playwright was enjoying the evening immensely until, with a cigar in one hand, he reached the other around the waist of the agreeable-looking hostess. It was then that her husband crossed the room determinedly and in a low voice spoke: “Herr Molnár, may I see you in private?” With increasing woe, Molnár stepped into the neighboring room with the host. “Herr Molnár,” he gravely said, “I must ask you not to smoke while Herr Tauber is singing; it is bad for his throat”.
The changing political situation meant it became impossible for Molnár (who was of Jewish extraction) to remain in Vienna nor to return to Budapest. He fled to New York, as did so many European intellectuals of the day. One day a group of assembled exiled Hungarians were discussing the first phrases they learned in English as they became more acclimatized to Manhattan living. After the predictable “Hellos”, “Goodbyes”, and “Good mornings” were mentioned, Molnár finally interjected “The first sentence I learned was ‘Separate checks, please!’”

While fascism forced him into exile, the rise of communism prevented Molnár from returning home to Budapest, and he died in New York in 1952. In 1949, when the socialist regime nationalised all private enterprise, the old Café Central was shut and the site became a cafeteria for subway workers, later becoming an amusement arcade. More recently, it was purchased by local entrepreneur Imre Somody and restored. Providentially, this old haunt of Ferenc Molnár (not to mention numerous other Hungarian intellectuals) is now returned to its former glory as one of the most prominent coffee houses in the Pearl of the Danube.
Thank you for that wonderful post! I had always heard much about Molnar, but never read about him. I always love seeing Budapest pictures old and new- and having eaten a few times in the Central cafe, missed it immediately when I saw the photo here. My husband had a business in Budapest for a while, and needless to say, we have fallen in love with the city and its history. I’ve written a bit about it on my blog:
http://benedicamusdomino.typepad.com/benedicamus_domino/2008/03/budapest-part-i.html
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