ate there tonight. SPECTACULAR pigs knuckle in a mustard sauce, with the meat moistly falling apart at a forks touch. just so-so pierogi and strangely uninteresting hunters stew (which is cabbage cooked with pork pieces).
so there you go. great find in the 'hood, thanks be to simons friend.
incidentally, with the lights turned low and some vodka to the good, it was easy communing with the ghosts of the club - of which there are many more than a fair share. the club was started in 1935, just in time for the influx of poles fleeing hitler; portraits of polish generals along with a polish crest are still the only decoration the walls of the bar area sport.