On Friday night Rebecca my roommate and I went out after work.  There’s a nice upbeat restaurant/bar downstairs from the school where we sometimes go. The waiter Damian speaks great English, though in the Polish tradition he likes to say “no, no, my English is bad…” He’s tall and smiles with a Lauren Hutton-esque gap and Flock of Seagulls hair.

We drank some killer dark beer with a fabulous flavor, and we had a Polish vodka shot with the requisite smalec (lard) on dense bread. Pickles required.

Then some of Rebecca’s adult students (in truth, her fave students) came to our table with a bottle of vodka and forced two more shots on us! Nostrowia!!

We split a dinner of Hungarian Goulash over a potato pancake. JHC! That’s some good eatin’!! The pancake was really like hash browns, and the goulash was fork tender.

This is my half of the order!  

We stumbled home arm-in-arm — actually she guided me home because she is a professional drinker, whereas I am only an amateur — and then there was some drunk dialing going on…

All-in-all, a pretty successful excursion.