Food Trails and Timeslips

I intended to walk and take photographs today but it rained and I had trouble keeping me and the camera dry. So my first stop was the Cafe Museum (named in the French style not Polish) created from a former circular-shaped stables. The waitresses wore black and white and this seemed like my first timeslip - it could easily be dressed for the Fin de Siecle. Seving only drinks and cakes, this became my first course for lunch.

The museum was by tour only (and it seemed only in Polish) although a nice young man offered to translate for me which was lovely but it meant another wait of 45 mins so I daren't stay near the cakes that long. I didn't want to put him to any trouble in case the museum wasn't that interesting!

The celebrations were still going on it the main square with live music from early afternoon in a variety of styles. In between sets an Amy MacDonald CD played repeatedly which was a bit bizarre. But the rain kept coming and although there was shelter in the cafes around the square, there's only so much coffee I can drink.

On my return, I investigated the Tea Room in the hotel basement - a bit like T'Chai Ovna in Glasgow except more Ikea and only a sprinkling of Bohemia. There were raised areas with cushions and only one group of serious looking young men, with long hair in pony tails, sitting cross-legged, smoking from shishkas and drinking tea from small saucer-like cups. In fashions that span decades I felt like it was early 70s. The hummous was frankly terrible. I have no idea what it actually was. some kind of goo with I suspected tinned vegetables on it. When I asked for the receipt he thought I meant recipe and proceeded to tell me the hummous comes out of a tin. That was the secret taste then - tinned hummous! I'm not stocking up.

My first attempt at dinner failed - my miming skills didn't hack it even though I choose somewhere which sold pizza - I though pizza was just pizza everywhere! Second attempt worked - it was still pizza though. With its ruby colouring, tiffany lampshades and swags at the restaurant window, I slipped back again.

Then to the 60s. Thru the window I could see The Beatles on stage in the main square. All the big hits sung with a slight lisp and accent from Paul. Who knew he spoke Polish so well between songs? People were dancing like it was 1964. i waited to see if the set included 'Back in the USSR' wondering how it would go down with the crowd. Sadly I didn't see how the rain sodden crowd would react to that.

Back in the 21st century in my homage to Van Gogh bedroom, filled with Pizza and Piwa, I'm off the time machine - for the time being.