rev:text
| - DATE OF MEAL CONSUMPTION:
Saturday, March 20
DATE OF MEAL DIGESTION:
Monday, March 22 (ongoing)
OK, I lied. It's Tuesday and I'm still digesting my Tuna Reuben (pictured). Apparently my stomach halved itself and I became some sort of python over the weekend, unable to swiftly break down food particles using mere stomach acid? I've never seen a larger sandwich. You know how most tuna melts have an ice cream scoop of tuna/mayo on them? This scoop must have been the size of a football helmet. It was immense and smothered in melted cheddar cheese. I barely made it through 50% of my poppy seed twister before tapping out. It was allegedly served with a salad though I couldn't bear to look past my own plate.
The menu is massive and you won't miss the lack of meat. There is (white)fish, cheese, eggs and Polish/Jewish/Eastern Euro fare galore.
The latkes (called placki kartoflane where I come from) were outstanding, and thankfully my Babcia isn't around to hear me say that. They were served with sour cream (yes!), applesauce AND ketchup. Take your pick. On my next visit I'll stick to a plate of these.
The owner was milling around the restaurant chatting with families and making sure everybody was happy. It's been a while since I've seen this sort of hospitality in a restaurant. Either the owner is absent, counting money in the back room or lording over his/her employees. This owner was happy to be running the ship and proud to see so many smiling, sated faces.
There are thousands of lively, shouting children here on weekends. Expect a bit of a wait, and come armed with earplugs and livestock tranquilizers.
|