Gorski’s Bakery

I have experienced the same level of service as Mark. OK I get it I don’t speak the same language. I’ve been all over the city and have gone to several stores that are frequented or specialize in products of specific ethnic groups. Each one I’ve gone to has owners or employees that at least try to communicate with me. I go with a pleasant attitude and a little patience and set myself up for a little adventure. C’mon all of our cash is green, Gorski Deli!
I haven’t tried the deli items but the meats look very good. Like Mark said they do have a lot of jarred/​canned products. Most have pictures that can be clues as to what they hold. I go for the baked goods. Their pastries are usually very yummy. Dare I say they are worth the hassle of dealing with the employees. I’m hooked on their marble pound cake. I can’t find it at any of the local stores.
I do avoid going there but every once in a while I get a craving for their marble pound cake. The swirls of chocolate and plain pound cake swirl in perfect harmony. Each allowed to coexist and be destinctly different yet bake into one lovely cake. I think their staff can learn a lesson from their pound cake.

For a taste of communist Poland, look no further than the «service» here.
Ok, if you’re actually Polish, or at least speak Polish, this deli/​bakery combo might be great. Their baked goods are decent– the bakery is big and turns out product to distribute to area supermarkets, etc. So they certainly know how to make a poppyseed cake. I like their turnovers. The deli counter looks fresh and they’ve a small selection of canned/​jarred corner market type stuff too. They have many 2ltr bottles of countrytime lemonade.
But man the girls behind the counter! I’ve been here a few times and have never been impressed, but there are so many of these places around and the English service tends to be abrupt at each of them. But last night at Gorski’s was something worth Unilocaling– Yikes! I think I might have been a victim of ethnic discrimination! HAHA. After standing at a pair of empty cash registers forever, a Polish girl walks up and starts ringing up the Polish guy behind me. I said nothing, but she got extremely pissed off at me when he told her in Polish that I was first. She made it clear that serving me wasn’t her #1 priority– she’d already entered one of his items into the cash register and wasn’t going to start over! Once she did start ringing me up, I was literally scared this girl was going to throw my change at me! All I did wrong was stand there, first in line, wanting to buy two turnovers and a jar of sour cherry jelly! I don’t think I’ve ever been made to feel like a bigger jerk without even opening my mouth and uttering a single word! Maybe her dog died or something?
It can be a fun show if you have the right attitude. And that Gorksi girl put on one of the best I’ve seen!