A walk through the Old Town of Warsaw, on a sunny day is a beautiful thing.
After a little bit of shopping, and a couple hours roaming the Nowy Swiat, some food was seriously in order. I was sort of in the mood for Italian, so we walked around looking at the menu's. This place had pasta, So, quite frankly, that was good enough for me,
Also, I did not order pasta.
U Barssa had four kinds of perogy on the menu. We debated between 3 of them (the mushroom and sauerkraut was a no go, since I don't like mushroom and Denise doesn't like sauerkraut), and the waitress told us that she would bring us a mix.
This was not what I was expecting...
These are basically the fanciest effing perogies that I have ever had.
at 11-2 are the meat perogies, stuffed with braised meat and spices.
3-6 are the Russian style perogies with potatoes and cheese, topped with the most amazing caramelized onions.
7-10 are spinach and feta. Simply amazing.
They were all so perfect and flavourful. Please note the pretty lower in the middle of the plate, and the blossoms scattered around the edge of the plate. Yeah, the food was super schmancy looking, but it was more than just nice to look at. This food was seriously amazing.
I ordered Beef Cheeks with thyme, pureed potatoes and veggies.
The meat could have been cut with the stem of a delicate little flower. The flavour was so perfect, and the meat was cooked perfectly.
Denise blew my mind, and ordered the Polish tenderloin with green peppercorn sauce.
I may have helped myself to a bite.
I think that it is the worst thing when you take a bits of something and taste that the sauce is from a jar/can/packet and feel that sense of utter disappointment?
This was just the opposite. That euphoria that comes when you experience a dish that has the sauce that is just right... sometimes, knowing that there is someone in the kitchen who cares enough to make something this delectable... its just fantastic.
Obviously, in high traffic/tourist areas there are a lot of restaurants that can get away with serving overpriced slop. Naturally we agree to the price of the dish when we order it, never truly knowing what if going to end up on the plate in front of you. We assume 'Hey, it's Europe! It's gotta be good', but that is sadly a pretty hit or miss assumption.
The view was lovely, looking over the ice skaters.
And of course, more walking through the old town was necessary after all of that rich food.