Restaurant >Polish it off
Restaurants specializing in Eastern European cuisine no longer seem content simply to attract homesick expats pining for a hearty meal. Judging from the popularity of such places as Polonia, Lacomka and Chef Hans Café, it appears there are more than a few diners with a proclivity for stuffing their gourds on meals that no one could describe as “light.” Polish food, like the cuisine of other Slavic nations, is about as glutted as Coach Ditka’s arteries, and Anna’s Polish Restaurant will certainly help nurture a bay- windowed frame.
Case in point: a platter of smoked kielbasas ($10.99), flown straight in from Chicago, grilled and served with plenty of sauerkraut and sautéed onions. Sorry, dieters – they don’t offer the low-fat I Can’t Believe It’s Not Polish Sausage option here. A plate of pan-fried potato-and-cheese pierogies ($4.99) help enrich any meaty dish, and these pillowy dumplings, handsomely primped with fried onions, were damn near perfect. For as hearty (but not as filling) a side, try the red borscht ($3.29 cup; $4.79 bowl) – a crimson-colored beet soup not acidic in the least. With fava beans, carrots and potatoes, the chunky concoction makes a great option for those looking to up their vegetable intake; a white borscht, made from fermented rye flour, smoked sausage and eggs, will certainly speak to the Bob Swerski (George Wendt’s SNL “superfan” character) in you.
Of the mains, I couldn’t get enough of chef Anna’s specialty – a Cracovia chicken cutlet ($15.99) crusted on both sides with a healthy coating of Parmesan dough. The fried slab was at once juicy, tender and crisp, and the steady downpour outside made me want to curl up with the cutlet on a sofa in my jammies and watch the rain hit the window. The defining characteristics of Eastern European cuisine – substantial, comforting, bloat-inducing – made an order of the beef goulash ($13.99) a no-brainer. And it looked inviting: beefy chunks slathered in a thick brown sauce blanketing kopytka (potato “finger dumplings” similar to gnocchi). But like the 1986 Chicago Bears, the dish comprised an impressive assemblage but didn’t come through in the clutch. Compared to the goulash at Chef Hans Café, Anna’s was an unseasoned disappointment. A side of red cabbage salad, on the other hand, was refreshing, while the beetroot salad went a little too heavy on red peppers. Potato pancakes, another letdown, were brushed to the side after a couple of bites – even apple sauce that tasted like grandma’s apple pie couldn’t redeem the flat, lifeless patties for me.
And then came the strudel ($4.29), a late-game neutralizer that put the kitchen back in our good graces. Another dessert, the walnut extravaganza known as pychotka ($4.29), is a must for nut-lovers, and crepes “Nalesniki” ($4.79) is a winner, even with Reddi-wip and strawberry topping from a jar. Service deserves special mention: Our server couldn’t have been more charming or pleasant, qualities that were reflected in the restaurant’s dining room.
The space once housed Polonia, the reigning champeen of Polish cuisine in this town, before they moved to larger digs up in Longwood. With a little time and some seasoning, Anna’s should give them a run for the title.