That neighborhood is one of the best. There’s a place called Sokolowski’s less than a half mile from there that serves cafeteria style polish—pierogis, sausage, Salisbury steak, cucumbers, pie, etc. I have a feeling all of our differences would melt away while we raised our collective cholesterol, there.
My co worker grew up in Cleveland and wanted to go there instead, but Polka night won over. He raves about the place as well. Very well could be. In general I don't trust people who don't like food. There is something wrong there.