The Answer's Blowing in the Wind...

But what's the question?

What do you do on a baking hot day when the wind is near enough to blowing a gale? It's time to go somewhere in the shade and have a cold beer.



Zowierucha is a restaurant just off the Katowice Road beyond Janki outside Warsaw. Heading away from Warsaw, turn left instead of turning right to Maximus, and it's on the first right turn with a second entrance being the next turn. Zowierucha seems to be the Polish Góralski version of the general Polish Zawierucha, meaning 'storm wind' or 'gale'. There's plenty of parking space.



It's surrounded by tall pine trees that gave protection from the wind, whilst it is well provisioned with large umbrellas to give protection from the sun. The Storm Wind was an island of calm amidst the storm wind.





There are grass sitting areas with direct shade from the tree, but everyone seemed to sit in the area around the restaurant.



There's loads of room outside, although I don't think I've ever been there at what might be peak period. It catered for a small office party without any impression of crowding. Nice socks, that man.



It has goats.





There's a mountain restaurant theme, with the noise of mountain music fortunately extending little to the outside to disturb your tranquillity. (I once bought a CD by a band I was told was the most popular of the Góralski musicians, only to discover that the combination of white, pop-reggae and mountain pop can be ranked as some of the most unlistenable music ever produced. The restaurant music was more authentic.)



The staff are polite and helpful in a professional waiter sort of way. The empty bar below didn't need attending as all the clients were outside. It's just too far for me to walk to, so the lack of stools at the bar isn't a matter of personal regret.



The two salt cellars at our table, with two peppers at the next, is one of those fascinating traditions that seem to be part of the Polish restaurant business. For those who don't know, the salt usually has multiple holes, whilst the pepper only one. Sometimes, however, the reverse practice is employed. Zowierucha kindly has the name written on the pot.



All I saw of the kitchen staff was the attractive young woman who came outside for a cigarette break, seemingly wearing only the man's long white shirt that seems to be regular female hot weather kitchen attire. I was only there for the beer (8zl for half a litre), but, from memory, the food is fine, with their barbecued/grilled food being most to my own taste. However, De Volaille with chips and beetroot, for Misia, and chłodnik (cold beetroot soup) and meat pierogi, for Babcia, all went down well. Which reminds me: I never did have that Jamaican goat curry back in England.

For many people, of course, the most important thing is the the quality of the toilets.