1) People speak Polish. They will speak it to you, too, without bothering to know whether you speak it or not. They just assume that you do. Then, when they hear you speak Polish and realize you are a bit rusty, they will pretend like they don't notice.
That's me, next to the babcia playing the lottery.
2) You can buy Polish kiełbasa.
3) You can buy Inka.
The happy Inka nuclear family. It has expanded since last I knew. From left, there is the original Inka, then the Inka korzenna (cinnamon), Inka czekoladowa (chocolate), Inka o smaku karmelowym (caramel), and the black sheep of the family, the cheap Inka knock-off. I will let you know if Krakus is any good. It is made in Poland, so that is a start. If anyone wants to come enjoy any of the five Inkas with me, just let me know.
There are ancillary reasons as well.
For instance, there is an IKEA in Chicago. IKEA will expand your food horizons. Like, who knew you could buy caviar at IKEA?
We got some of this too, so let me know if you want a taste test.
Also, there is a temple in Chicago.
(Actually, this is the main reason we went to Chicago. But Inka and caviar never hurt anyone.)





