Pulaski Day is the ugly stepsister of holidays. Rather than inspire pride and joyful Polish celebrations around the nation, the commemoration of the great Polish patriot and Revolutionary War hero mostly breeds confusion. Which schools are closed? Banks? The post office? Do I feed the meter? We already know the answer to that last one, as his honor would make Jesus Himself plug quarters to avoid a ticket on the day of His second coming (Jesus's, not Daley's).
So the General took it on the chin in Savannah thousands of miles from his beloved
Polska so we can anguish over whether or not to put out the garbage cans?
Mam tego już dosyć!
In any case, the opportunity to celebrate with some real Polish comfort food just got a little easier for those residing in the steppes of central Lake County. Ania's Polish Deli is doing commerce in a drab strip mall next to a Midas Muffler Shop on Rand Road (Rte 12) in Lake Zurich. The place is unique for the area, and even unique for a Polish market in that there seems to be at least a cursory effort made to explain the offerings in something other than the mother tongue. The sausage selection, while not as broad or deep as say, Kurowski's, provides information in both Polish and English. Same goes for the homemade salads and meat offerings. The hot case items are still stubbornly in Polish only, but visuals provide a clue, and the help speaks enough English to fill in what can't be figured out.
Even so, getting to the bottom of what turned out to be a breaded chicken cutlet topped with chunks of canned peaches and covered with a melted slice of Muenster (with orange rind!) was still a little tricky. Further complicating things was that it was topped with a Maraschino cherry. Cognitive dissonance and loathing in Lake Zurich. It tasted like what one might expect.
Despite that, there are mostly winners here. The wedding sausage is a top five with a bullet, as is a curious spiced and breaded ground chicken ball wrapped around a white smoked cheese. The name of this torpedo-shaped stuffed meatball, 'kotlet radziwilowsk,' made me think of Lee Bouvier Radziwill and really, who wouldn't want to be reminded of her while eating formed ground meat stuffed with cheese?
I won't ever leave there without a sandwich though. Racks of freshly baked rolls are just about perfect, possessing that delicate crunchy crust that crackles and gives way to softness for consistency, think of when you first bite into a Chiclet. It's so good it may have even saved the chicken a la cling cutlet if one were inclined to throw it into one of these.
I went on Saturday late morning and the place was jumping, so I had no opportunity to get any back story. The rest of the place is five aisles of interesting dry goods and a frozen case with pierogi, frozen soups and prepared foods.
So godspeed, General Pulaski. Those murderous Russians were finally driven from your homeland, and you live on today in the semi-official glow of quasi-commemoration in the country you helped to defend. Oh yeah, the chicken cutlet also sometimes comes with pineapple and, presumably, justice for all.
Moja droga jacie kocham!