Yesterday was Fat Tuesday aka Mardi Gras or known by some as Paczki Day. This was a real big deal back in Hamtramck and I was determined this year to get some real Polish style Paczki.
After doing some research online, I found a few Polish restaurants but none of them were making Paczki. I read one post that claimed that next door to this Polish church you could buy the real stuff. Hopped in the car and tracked down the address.
Nothing at the church, but the goods were supposed to be next door at the retirement home. After some snooping around, I found the entrance.
I made my way inside. From all the art on the walls I knew I was in the right place.
Some older gentleman appeared and after a short conversation he led me to the kitchen where we exchanged $9 for half dozen Paczki. Back at home, the feast began.
Becky started with a Cappuccino and Mimosa. I had a Bloody Mary. We then split the Brioche French Toast, Huevos Rancheros, and a big ass bowl of Berries.
It was a near perfect outing. Except I asked our waiter for some Olives for my drink and he never brought them. And then, like the god damn Twilight Zone, all the tables around me ordered Bloody Marys and they all came with Olives! WTF.
The lady and I hit the Nickel Diner for dinner last night. This trendy downtown spot is known for its Breakfast and their homemade baked goods. If you have the heart (and stomach) try their famous Bacon Glazed Donuts.
We kept it simple and tried the Salmon and the Grilled Veggie Pasta. Both entrees were good but not great. The real star of the meal was the Dessert.
Say hello to the Smores cake. They even torch the Marshmallow right at your table. Easily the best and most dangerous part of our meal. If you are coming to the Nickel, better leave room for something sweet.
Sunday morning Alex and I picked up a keg of PBR for the game. Most of the people we invited did not show so the task was left to only a few of us to try and finish all that Beer. We put a decent dent in the barrel but after two days of boozing there seems to still be a little bit of that award winning brew left.
As mentioned earlier, the solid portion of the event was Hungry Howie's Pizza. Which was imported from Glendale. We did four pies: two Meat, one Veggie, one Cheese, plus Bread and Cheese Bread. Howie's is the hands down king of cheap Za. All that food was around $45 and it easily fed the whole group. The key to HH is the flavored crust that comes in eight varieties: Sesame, Cajun, Butter, Garlic Herb, Onion, Ranch, Original and Butter Cheese.
We did Garlic Herb, Cajun and Butter Cheese (twice). But I suggest you mix and match till you find your favorite combination.
Sundance was a blast. Lots of stories but few food related. When we arrived in Park City we went food shopping and tried to eat at home as much as possible. Still made it out to a few spots on main street but nothing really worth commenting on. Mostly over priced bar food.
Ski communities not too big on vegetarian cuisine.
So I got most of my daily calories from alcohol.
First off, Utah has weird booze laws so when ordering Beer check the label or else you may need to have double the amount just to get the same buzz. Thankfully the elevation evens that out.
A nice find was the local brewery that makes Polygamy Porter. Their motto "Why just have one".
On the drive home, we did manage to eat at McDonald's, Subway and Taco Bell. Which is a KFC away from all four horsemen off the apocalypse.