My college roommate was from Krakow, and her care packages ruined me for life. Pierogi, kielbasa, cabbage rolls that took her mother two days to make.
After graduation I figured that chapter of my eating life was over. Then I moved to Georgia and heard a rumor about a small restaurant where the menu reads like her mother’s kitchen.
I drove there the same week. One bite of the pierogi and I texted her a photo with no caption…