my first polish food experience and my crazy family

My sister and brother-in-law were in town last weekend. (YYAAAAYYY!!!!) Me, Tim, my sister Bob, my bro-in-law Bill, and my mom and dad all went to Anna's Polish Restaurant. This by the way was Tim's first time meeting any of them and my first time eating Polish food. I mean, I've had Pierogies before but that's it.

He won't admit it but I think Tim was slightly nervous before we got there but I think it took all of about 10 or so minutes before he felt comfortable. My family's cool. Did I just say that?

My sister got the Polish Trio Appetizer for us to share. It had two potato and cheese Pierogies, two potato pancakes, and a Polish Snausage. All of it was delicious. Now, I'm used to Jewish potato pancakes which are shredded potatoes then formed and fried but THESE potato pancakes were different. They looked exactly like breakfast pancakes but when you cut into them you could definitely tell they were made of potatoes. The outside was crispy and the inside was soft and mashed potato-like. They were pretty damn amazing. My mom got the White Borsch soup. It is made from fermented rye flour with smoked sausage and egg. It tasted awesome and the texture was heavenly.

I had a couple Polish beers called Warka. It's like an amberish beer. They were pretty good.

I got the Stuffed Cabbage appetizer as my entree. It was no shit the size of a yule log. I think Tim got the Goulash. I don't know man, it gets pretty foggy after this point. All I know is the food kept coming, the beer kept coming, and I almost made a dumpling come out of my sister's nose. Oh! I do remember the desert. Probably because of all the sugar. It was Anna's Walnut Delight. The females dug into it like a pack of ravenous wolves, as Bill put it. At the end of the night, Anna herself came to our table to ask us how everything was and if we needed anything. She is awesome! And for real, Polish. Her accent is so thick you kind of have to strain to understand her.

Somehow I, with the help of Tim and my sister, but mostly me, convinced my dad to go to World of Beer. You don't understand. My dad never goes out these days. Maybe out to dinner with my mom, but definitely not a bar. This was the first time I had been to a bar with my dad since I was like 7. That didn't sound right. But yes, he used to take me to The Eagles Club and Pinar Pub with him when I was little. He would drink beer and I would sit there and eat white cheddar popcorn.

At World of Beer we had a great time. My mom was bobbin her head to The Stones and my dad was, as usual, not part of the conversation but drinking beer and watching football. My sister told me the next day when we went to Bananas that he totally stumbled to the bedroom. The apple does not fall far from the tree.

By the way, the picture here of my dad with the finger, is an entirely different blog post all together.

Me, Bob, Bill, and Tim went to Bananas on Sunday for the Drag Queen Gospel Brunch. It was good to experience once, but I don't think I'll be doing that again. It was entertaining but far too loud. It was absolutely worth it though to see Cher shove Tim's face in her.......his.......it's breasts. And honestly, this was the first time in Bananas history that I was disappointed with the food. It just didn't have the wow factor this time. I'll still be back though. They have five different kinds of Eggs B for Christ's sake.