Lily C.
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I came here a normal human with Earth-level expectations and left forever changed.
First of all, Corinne, our server, is not a waitress. She is a celestial being disguised as a human with a notepad. She appeared exactly when we needed her, vanished before we could ask for anything else, and somehow already knew what we were thinking. I’m fairly certain she communicates via telepathy and/or advanced extraterrestrial hospitality training. If kindness were a superpower, she’d be flying.
Now let’s talk about the braised beef pierogies, because WOW. These weren’t pierogies… they were a warm, savory tractor beam pulling my soul into another dimension. One bite and I briefly forgot my name, my responsibilities, and what planet I was on. Rich, tender, flavorful beef laid upon the pillowy perfection that was the pierogies themselves? I’m convinced these were handcrafted by aliens who only come to Earth to bless us with carbs.
The entire experience was otherworldly. Not “wow, that was good,” but “do I need to report this to NASA?” good. I would return for Corinne alone, but combined with those pierogies? I’ll be back whether my wallet agrees or not.
If you’re debating coming here, stop. If you’re already here, order the pierogies. If Corinne is your server, congratulations, you’ve won dining.