Description
On Friday nights and special occasions, the Old Polish Home members and guests (who pay a buck at the door for a one-day pass) crowd into the facility's gymnasium/theater for a rollicking, cheap meal. Skinny girls with lip piercings wait at the bar for a table next to stout men in tucked-in sweaters. The beers are cheap (and wickedly potent), the pickle soup is simultaneously tangy and creamy, and the pierogis come drenched in melted butter. Dom Polski's cult dish is the foot-long ham hock, braised until the skin and fat pull away with the push of a fork, unveiling a half-pound of pink, succulent meat.
