The hunger for the Polish food of childhood is unending, and so is the quest for it in Chicago

The hunger for the Polish food of childhood is unending, and so is the quest for it in Chicago

Occasionally, I’m asked to recommend a good Polish restaurant in Chicago. Sorry, but I can’t. It’s not that Chicago doesn’t have good Polish restaurants. It does, because people tell me all the time about the succulent kapusta-filled pierogi they had at this place, or the wonderfully spiced kielbasa they devoured at another.

Good for you, I tell them. I’m glad you liked it.

The odds are, however, I wouldn’t have liked it. I have inflexible standards when it comes to Polish food.

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