As I worked a Saturday morning for the library, I tottered back and forth about plans for my dear wife Karen and I to meet my terrific daughter Elisabeth and wonderful significant George Three at Polish Fest. Dash down James Street to Channel Three in the rain to a morning newscast interview for Outreach Clerk Dave Witkowski and harbor doubts. Wind over to Liverpool for a Carman Community Room book sorting session with the so-nice folks volunteering from the Baptist church where we could see some clearing through the windows and feel my spirits rise.
A daughter-daddy text clinched it. She’s signed for her new car and was in a mood to meet. Festival on for 2 p.m.
It was a full, gray sky when Karen and I arrived a full 15 minutes early, finders of easy parking a few blocks away for both of our cars, better for my lone getaway to Destiny USA to view a movie solo for Monday’s review here.
We listened to a song or two from the Rymanowski Brothers Orchestra up on the bandstand, both remarking how good their polkas sounded after a year away from the style for us.
Here’s a video snippet I shot of the band playing “The Sunny Skies Polka.”
We also walked the square so I could shoot with my iPhone 6.
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When drops began to fall, we decided to wait inside an open-sided tent. We found a stand-at table, too.
Karen and I had chosen what we wanted to eat at the Polish Community Club booth, where Elisabeth had purchased her chrusciki dessert to go last year during our stroll, so she stayed to reserve our table after the kids arrived, and the three of us went to procure our food.
This was a change from Eva’s, our usual choice.
But the line at the booth for the Utica community group was by far the longest. I knew we were onto something.
The servers all wore shirts with their first names bearing the Polish pronunciations on the back. One guy was Marek, which was what my great-grandmother who came over from Poland called me. Nice. They all know how to move the food along into the white styrofoam carriers.
The kids each got the platter, with a kielbasa sandwich, potato and cheese pierogi and a golumpki. I got a kielbasa sandwich and an order of p-and-c pierogi, and Karen got a golumpki and p-and-c pierogi. It was all better than Eva’s. The brochure I took home tells me about their 4 to 8 p.m. Thursday take-out dinners from Columbia Street in Utica. I’m tempted to take the drive one week.
I dashed out between bites to shoot the Lechowia Dance Company from Toronto.
The fest continues today, for those of you in driving distance of downtown Syracuse.
There’s a pierogi-eating contest at 2 p.m., the first ever in the 62-year history of the fest. Nope. Not for me. Maybe 20 years ago …
Which food item would be your choice to eat at the fest? Which photo is your favorite, and why? Have you ever partaken in a food-eating contest, and I you did or would, which food?