Only been meaning to write about this for the last 8 months.
Back last winter we went with a friend (on a lark) to a place recommended to him by one of his clients. Ferajna. A Polish restaurant way west on Belmont. We thought, “How bad can it be?”
It was a Sunday, and we made a reservation for 6 PM.
I was surprised they were going to be open that late. My preconception of a neighborhood Polish restaurant on a Sunday was that the patrons would be old people and families, and the place would be closing down by 6. I also thought all the waitresses would be fat.
In fact, the feeling we got, when we got there, was that at Ferajna at 6 o’clock on a Sunday, the night is young. And so were the patrons. All in their twenties and thirties, mostly Polish speaking, and beautiful. The beautiful Bond Girl waitresses exemplied the Polish Paradox in an analog of the
Czech Paradox discovered and written about here by Vital Information.
There was a flyer on the table talking about a jazz-fusion band that played there on other nights.
Ferajna was, in other words, genuinely hip. If that did not fit my preconception of a Chicago neighborhood Polish restaurant, blame it on my outdated preconceptions.
And—oh, right—the food. I remember two things. The kielbasa was the best I’ve ever had. Snappy, juicy, full of fresh flavor. The roast duckling (which seems, based on recent experience, very hard for restaurants to get right) was just right. Crispy skin, juicy and tender (yet completely done) meat inside.
We asked our waitress what "Ferajna" meant. She told us, but I forgot. So I just looked it up in an online Polish-English dictionary. It means "gang," or "bunch." It's one worth joining.
Ferajna
6714 W. Belmont
773 427 0727
http://www.ferajna.com