I showed up at Pod Filarkiem on the advice of Agnieszka and Lukesz, my unbelievable hosts. This place doesn't look like much from the outside (or inside for that matter), but with the throngs of patrons lined up, it becomes immediately obvious that's not the point. It's 100%, bonafide Polish, and that's all they speak here. Some of you are likely thinking, "Kyle, you don't speak Polish." But for those of you who know my obsession with foreign languages, you're probably thinking to yourself, "Who cares, self. I'm sure Kyle waltzed right up and knew what to say." If you thought the latter, well, then you've already earned your first demerit badge of the post.
The good news is, I think I finally found a place where they don't immediately know I'm foreign, with the exception of the people at the counter. Numerous people have (presumably) asked to share my table in Polish, and I just nod with an "I don't have a clue what the $@!# you're talking about" look, smile, and nod, and they sit down with me to stare at my gluttonous feast.