If I were going to visit my grandmother's house in the 19th century-U Babci Mailny is exactly how it would look. An elderly woman, who was supposed to be "Babcia," greeted us at the door with a kind smile. I think her job was solely to sit in front of the restaurant and greet customers.
The food was ordered from the counter and there was a lengthy menu-except it was all in Polish. I ordered a plate of pierogies that were the easiest to pronounce and I'm still not sure what was in them.
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