Polish food means a lot to me:
- My boyfriend is from Poland
- My first New York apartment was in Greenpoint
- I have an undying devotion to carbs
The bad thing with going to a Polish restaurant is all I want to eat is potatoes: pierogis, potato pancakes, mashed potatoes. The good thing about going to a Polish restaurant is that I can eat three courses of potatoes and feel amazing and cultured. Win!
Christina's on Manhattan Ave in the the heart of Greenpoint, aka Little Poland, offered all the potatoes I wanted and so much more. I felt like we were eating in my bf's grandmother's apartment (in a good way) with adorable flower arrangements, frilly curtains, families gathering for celebrations and the smell of onions frying in the kitchen. We started with pierogis, stuffed to the brim with cabbage and potato, recommended with sour cream and onions. Crispy fried kielbasa followed with amazing, hand-mashed potatoes and a side of potato pancakes (with apple sauce) to round out the last of the required food groups.
While Polish food is delicious, what I love more is the atmosphere - the loud laughter, the slow pace, and the savoring of both the meal and the experience. Through our courses we smiled, drank and digested so we left feeling full but not weighed down, our spirits lifted after a true family meal.