If you don’t like cryptic titles, you probably aren’t reading this. I was in Chicago on business this week, and I had dinner at Smak-Tak!, a Polish-American restaurant, on Wednesday night. When I came in the tv was playing a Polish language sitcom. The lady who waited on me clearly didn’t speak English as her first language, but she must have noticed my Kansas City marathon shirt. A few minutes later I noticed that she had changed the channel to NBC Universal, which was showing a re-run of the Paris marathon. Coincidence? I think not.

I had a delicious meal – white borscht, some potato pancakes, and a grilled kielbasa with a fanastic sauerkraut side.

I get to indulge my Greek heritage food-wise a lot more than my Polish heritage. There’s a dearth of Polish restaurants where I live. On the other hand, it seems Greeks gravitate to the restaurant business (my grandfather included). Just about everywhere I’ve ever lived, there’s at least a “Pizza and Steak” Greek restaurant with a few Greek dishes on the menu, if not a full-blown Greek-focused menu.

Btw, MARATON is Polish for marathon!