From old-style Communist milk bars to van Gogh-inspired cafés, there's a traditional eatery to suit any tasteMELANIE CHAMBERS
Special to The Globe and Mail
WARSAW -- Ordering food at a Polish milk bar eatery in Warsaw, Poland is like stepping into a Seinfeld rerun -- the soup Nazi episode. I walk up to a cashier dressed in a green cafeteria uniform with a stern expression on her face.
" Zupa Krupnik, prosze (pro-sha)," I say proudly (a vegetable soup that's easy to pronounce).
"No soup," she quickly retorts.
I step out of line and begin furiously flipping through my book.