About us
About Dracula’s Taste of Romania
I was born in one of the poorest, least educated regions of Romania.
We escaped as refugees, carrying little more than hope — and my mother’s recipes — to America.
I grew up on homemade Romanian dishes, and whenever Romanians visited — whether from across the country or across the world — they always said the same shocking thing:
“Your mother’s food tastes better than my own mother’s.”
In our culture, you simply don’t say that — even when it’s true, deep in your bones.
In 2019, life knocked the wind out of me.
I was diagnosed with cancer.
Two months later, my sister received her own diagnosis — terminal.
When she passed, it shattered my world.
And when 2020 broke the rest of the world open, I stood at a crossroads.
I made a promise:
To live fully.
To honor my family’s spirit.
To transform grief into something beautiful.
With no money but big dreams, I cooked.
I hosted Romanian four-course dinners events to fund my dream of traveling — and raised over $10,000.
That journey carried me through 16 countries and 34 cities in just over five months.
It carried me back to myself.
When I returned, I knew:
My purpose was here, at the table — where memories live, where healing begins, where family is never truly lost.
And so I opened Dracula’s Taste of Romania — not just to serve food, but to serve love, legacy, and life itself.
At Dracula’s, every dish carries a story.
A story of survival.
A story of celebration.
A story that — with every bite — becomes yours too.
Welcome to our table.
You’re family now.
