Lately, there have been many writers, journalists and other competent and amateurish gourmets whose taste buds have developed a hankering for flekken [seasoned roast steak]. One of them dubbed our fair burg Flekkentown, another protested this. There were also some who claimed that despite being from Târgu Mureș, they have never had flekken and fail to see why flekken would have such a following in our town.
In olden times, the quickly, if at all roasted flekken must have been made of meat picked up here and there. It is however possible that Transylvanian hosts gathered for funeral feasts prepared it at times where they had been expecting a great many attendants. We know that flekken is made quickly, is roasted on coals and after a few minutes of roasting is served half-bloodied and dripping with grease.
Today, pork and beef is also used for flekken, but genuine flekken is made out of ram meat... Flekken, however, means not only the meat it is made of. Since it is a democratic food, it only really tastes well in a democratic setting, and it is also there that it has any meaning. Flekken is the savory victual of small pubs, and goes well with strong Transylvanian wines. As a foodstuff, it can be eaten anywhere, but it remains the staple of small pubs and forest hikes.
Ökrös Árpád - Egy emberöltő (1937)