The Pierogi I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Pierogi and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the deeply savoury with fermented notes was right, sour rye sourdough was handled the way it should be.

the Christmas Eve wigilia meal has strict traditional rules including twelve meatless dishes. Growing up it was always a traditional Polish restaurant, which shaped my reference point entirely. Polish beer alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.