THE BEST POLISH
DINER IN ITS CLASS
Ferdinand Marcos ate here in '78. That
son of a bitch loved his pierogies; for a
Filipino anyway. Now, tonight, its 60
degrees and the god-damn ice-cream
jerk is driving through with that infernal
hack music his recorded melody sounds.
I wonder, can I get an asshole-cone, just
for him? One for Ferdinand Marcos too?
Do people really show up for this crap?
The kids, maybe I can understand -
running little snots chasing treats. But
mothers and dads? C'mon, get real. Go
inside and watch Jeopardy at least.
Learn something new every day.
Here's how they do it in Poland, I'm
told : A carafe of heavy cream, whipped
into the potato-mash, with onions and
beets added after the cream and potatoes
have settled. Ten minutes, maybe.
Eaten with two slices of Polish Ham;
(which, by the way, I'm also told, they
don't have in Poland, and never have had).