I sauntered up to the tall black gates when the uniformed groundskeeper approached me and asked if I had a reservation. I didn’t. And it was a Friday night. He corroborated both facts, and added that there would be a 45-minute wait. As many onlookers would agree, La Casa Polaca imbues an air of exclusivity and intrigue. A tiny sign by the gated entrance whispers the presence of a restaurant, and a few small windows at the ground level peer into a curious dining salon. And so, we were especially excited about getting in when the news came of an available table.

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