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| - The stuff that road trips are made of. I say that because, if I lived here and ate here more often, I'd die, either of joy or massive, sudden arterial cloture, or both.
It's not like a Chicago Polish buffet -- it's cafeteria style, you get an entree and sides. I got the to-die-for pierogies, which seem to be braised or browned or -- whatever, they're huge and juicy -- and vegetables and kraut. And then I just had to get more kraut, and the rice pudding, which was huge and had probably been fried in lard, I thought this might be my last meal but it was so delicious I would die very, very happy.
Never been in a place like this before -- built in 1923, it's modeled on a Polish hunting lodge or something -- dark, cypress-like wood -- and overlooks the Mordor-like Industrial Valley (see separate review). The place is covered in Cleveland memorabilia, some of it wonderful (like the Browns teams of the '50s) and some of it not so wonderful (like pictures of Father Coughlin speaking). In the cafeteria line, you can get various drinks that will kill you, from their special Green Apple Soda (which is greener than Green River) to Baltika 9 beer (If you've ever been to Russia you know that shit will FUCK YOU UP). On the way out, they have really cool Sokolowski's T-shirts which they of course gave us a discount for and thanked us earnestly for buying (Why is everybody in Cleveland -- shoot, everybody in Northern Ohio -- SO NICE?)
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