Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Polish date night

I'm not sure if it's at all unclear from my previous pics, but....I'm not Polish. Not even remotely. 


I know, I know, mouths drop open when I tell people that.

Haha, well though, all kidding aside, Hubby is Polish. A part of him is anyway. I think it's mostly his laugh, because when he finds something really funny, he laughs with this sort of deep belly ho-ho laugh. That laugh sounds Polish to me.

Anyway, I digress.

Last night Hubby and I finally went to this fabulous little bar in our neighborhood of Northeast Minneapolis that we hadn't tried yet for dinner. It's a place called Nye's, and it's this old, kitschy corner bar that has a live polka band on the weekends (welcome to MN!), attracts a really funny mix of people for drinks and lots of middle-aged Nordeasters for dinner. Our waitress was Roxanne, she served us like we were her grandkids, and it was thoroughly hilarious and great.

Place: Nye's Polonaise Room

Activity: Leisurely dinner and wine while listening to the ol' neighborhood crowd chatter. It was Dave's birthday! *Davetheguyatthenexttable* Happy Birthday Dave! Everyone sang and took pictures. Hubby and I watched and hoped that some day we would be able to sit around a table with our friends and say Happy 50th Birthday to someone we love. Especially each other.

Surprise of the night: The size of our portions when our food arrived. I guess asking for "the small size" gets you nowhere at a Polish dining table. Hubby's polish sausage and saurkraut would have fed 3 people, my prime rib would have fed 12.


who's up for some music?!

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