|Unprepossessing, isn't it? But within lie culinary delights.|
Larger, busier and serving a trendier clientele than the bar mleczny on Czerniakowska, the menu was similar; again I went for the chicken livers and buckwheat, though at five pm, they had run out of all vegetables. My chicken livers were not served as hot as on Czerniakowska, although they were every bit as tender. At this advanced hour, ordering some freshly made pierogi was a better bet, despite the wait. A portion of pierogi cost six złotys, an extra złoty for them to come smothered in skwarki.
|Dine as Varsovians dine - at a bar mleczny.|
|Seven hundred meals a day served here.|
Incidentally, you may have caught some alarming headlines on the front pages of Polish newspapers of late about deaths caused by barszcz Sosnowskiego. I immediately made a mental note a) not to buy any soups from this manufacturer or b) eat at any of Sosnowski's restaurants.
Turns out that this story has nothing to do with Poland's popular beetroot soup; barszcz Sosnowskiego is actually giant hogweed, a particularly nasty plant that can kill. Heracleum mantegazzianum grew along the banks of the River Brent, close to where I lived in London for many years - a nasty three-metre high umbellifer which is highly toxic when in contact with human skin.
This time last year:
In which I foretell the MH17 tragedy a day before it happened
This time three years ago:
Who should pay for railways?
[A good question to pose would-be politicians]
This time five years ago:
Grunwald - the big picture
This time seven years ago:
"Take me right back to the track, Jack"
This time eight years ago:
The summer sublime