Polish lunch day!


I’ve been jonesing for some Polish food. So I drove down to Syrenka, the Polish cafeteria, and got myself some potato pancakes and a gołąbki (or galumpki, as we always called them). It’s a cabbage roll stuffed with ground beef and rice in a tomato sauce. For some reason I’ve never understand, Polish restaurants don’t have anything approaching a real tomato sauce — everything seems to be made with ketchup, even spaghetti and meatballs.


I know you’re jealous.

5 thoughts on “Polish lunch day!

  1. Yes, I am jealous.
    So was it good, or did the ketchup overwhelm the taste?

    In the entire San Jose metro region (more than 2 million population) there isn’t a single Polish restaurant to be found.

    The last time I ordered holubki (the Czech and Slovak version of the word; means little pigeons), was in Moravia (SW Czech republic) a few years back. We were hanging out with a US expat, and he suggested that we go to Mikulov, a picturesque old hill town with a baroque castle at the top, for lunch.

    Click on this ridiculously long link, it’s worth the trouble):

    He knew of a good restaurant there, so we parked the car and trudged up the steep twisty streets, past ancient pastel-painted houses to the charming little eatery.

    As luck would have it, the daily special was holubky. How good is that? Of course I ordered it, only to learn that they had already sold out. Whatever I finally ordered was ordinary and unmemorable.

    So yes, I am jealous, now that you ask.

  2. One of the drawbacks of modern urban homogenization is the loss of neighborhoods and ethnic eateries (except Chinese, I think there’s at least one Chinese buffet in every city between Chinle and Tegucigalpa). I don’t know that there’s a ‘Polish’ restaurant in my entire western state.

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