Full fledged vacation - Maciej Nowak What is going on No. 34 in supplement to Gazeta Wyborcza No. 192

To all those who must spend their holidays in the capital, I would like to spoil the mood by one more place, which should not be missed. I think of the cult place that for many years has been attacting people from all over the coast to Sasino, near Łeba.

You can not get here by accident. To a tiny village near the phenomenal Stilo lighthouse leads a winding, bumpy and really discouraging road. And yet it has sometimes happened to me that the parking in front of restaurant could not fit all cars.

Ewa is, according to some rankings, the best restaurant in the country serving Polish cuisine. It is located in an ordinary, indistinctive cottage house. The thing I like here the most is trout Polish style or fish, which is the size of a small salmon, cooked in fragrant herbs, sprinkled with chopped hard-boiled egg and bathed in fresh butter. The soups, e.g.fish soup or cold Lithuanian beetroot soup are excellent, properly prepared on broth with chopped roast calf. Broiled knucle with amber gold and bun-crispy skin also provides unforgettable experiences. It is accompanied by her six homemade sauces, among which we should not miss Cumberland, sophisticated jam with red currants. Try a mild brains Polish style and just as soft herring in cream-mustard sauce. They always serve it as a starter, a free bonus from the company. Ewa is a family business of Dmochowscy, who in the late 70's and 80's migrated from Tri-City. Ewa is an art historian, her husband Marcin - an agricultural engineer. At first, for several years they earned their living by owning a greenhouse, but when one frosty night a stove heating the plantation broke down, they woke up as bankrupts. It was just then when they decided to run a restaurant. But from the very beginning it was not an ordinary place. When you enter their restaurant, you get the impression that you are in a private apartment: a few tables, a fireplace, a bookcase and engravings of a French artist Gustave Doré on the walls. The amazing dining room in the winter when the roads are covered in snow, acts as an ordinary home for their great family. Half a year ago amid February frost I was going to visit my friends in Łeba. Greed did it to me that, despite I was going to stay as a guest at my friends', I decided to drop in to Sasin for a little something. It was a time of violent winds and when I got into a tangle of narrow roads, it turned out that the wind tore the power lines and the whole Pomeranian world plunged into darkness. There was no electricity in Sasino either, but in return the fate offered me an unforgettable view - windows of the house in which the restaurant is located were lit by golden glow of wood burning in the fireplace. In the light of the fire, at the table sat the patron of the restaurant and played lotto with the children. Ladies and gentlemen, this idyllic view of a happy family among the snow drifts is impossible to be disparaged even by hordes of tourists who simply occupy the place in the summer and because of whom it is necessary to book a table in advance.

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