And now for something completely different… I love Parisian bistronomy, with its fresh seasonal ingredients and new, light takes on old favorites, enhanced with influences from foreign cuisines. But once in a while you just want to eat some serious, heavy comfort food. I have found just the place: Paris Polska.
According to my friend Perry, who discovered it, the owners are an American woman and her Polish husband, but they weren’t around on the day we had lunch there.
The decor here is down-home kitsch, with an “I love vodka” sign, an accordion and a guitar hung on the wall, and Polish rap and pop playing on the radio. The waitress was efficient but visibly annoyed (rolling eyes and sighs) by the way the five of us kept changing our minds about what to order, causing great confusion.
A plateful of pierogies with various fillings – potatoes and cheese, cabbage and mushrooms, and beef – disappeared fast, as did the salad with smoked herring.
We drank flavorful Polish beers – Perla and Lech – with our meal.
Paris Polska is not a high-class gourmet restaurant, but if you are hungry and like good Polish food, I doubt if you could do better in Paris.
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