I'm puzzled by the meaning of "surreal" in this context. Can you help me, Mike G?
Does this help?
Actually, it's a bit unfair to call Szalas surreal, it's simply an ethnic restaurant with a decor theme which is based on a fantasy version of the homeland, which in this case is the Polish highlands. (The best info on this is in the Slow Food guide, by Anna Sobor I assume.) Though admittedly the theme is pretty darn heavy, starting with the bell you have to ring to get inside.
And the water wheel which is one of the room's main features, along with an antique carriage suspended from the ceiling and the stuffed bear whose pose suggests that he's responsible for levitating it. Though all in all, the only truly surreal thing there is that the menu includes a burrito. Well, and maybe the bathrooms.
How was the food? We started with, as recommended in Cathy's old Szalas post and the Slow Food guide, the moskol, a thing that looks like pita, but is made of flour, potato and egg, and served with two schmears-- a tangy sheep cheese and a glob of lard with bits of bacon in it. The lard thing was very tasty but given its lardiness, two bites was enough.
The Highlander's Special is basically a giant potato pancake with goulash inside. This was excellent, slightly peppery, tender chunks of veal, surprisingly light for what it is, easily better than the similar dish at
Angelica's, which was as institutionally sturdy as the china it was served on by comparison.
Alas, my wife (partly at my urging) ordered something that had the bad combination of being both unusually expensive and fairly lousy. It was a roasted pheasant, plated handsomely as you can see, but overcooked (very possibly reheated from the night before). There were bits of edible meat on it, especially when dunked in the cranberry chutney, and the dumplings were pretty good if a bit like eating nerf balls texturally, but overall this was a botch.
For the kids (who also nibbled at our plates) we ordered a plate of blintzes, ordinarily a dessert. These were excellent, light and fluffy, orange-liqueur-scented, surrounded by generous amounts of fresh fruit for the price, though I suspect the same dish would be quite different out of season.
We went early, in fact we seemed to be the first folks there to eat rather than drink in the bar, and service was just okay, like they weren't really planning to be up to a party-hearty Polish Highlander welcome for another hour or two. They claim to have live music and probably pack them in late on weekend nights, so I would time a visit for when the place is lively and you're the only non-Pole there, as opposed to when it's empty and you're the only non-Pole there, like us.
Szalas Restaurant
5214 S. Archer Avenue
773-582-0300
www.szalasrestaurant.com