New Polonia Club

I stumbled into this random Polish bar completely by accident. It was the nicest dive bar I have ever stumbled into. Very clean, super friendly woman tending bar. Some odd things: the bartender didn’t know what I meant at first when I asked for gin (my bad for not offering vodka in a Polish bar). They didn’t give us a receipt, just told us the total, and they don’t accept credit cards. There is also a bathroom decked out with a sink that is literally Barbie-size…cute, but super odd. Not sure that I will ever go back here, but it makes for a great story. (Drinks were super cheap, too!)

Have had really good times there. I love Polish beer. I am always greeted and never short of conversations. They do need to update their juke box. Cheers!

My friends warned me about this place:
«The guys there take foosball too seriously, they don’t know how to have a good time.»
How could I stay away? My buddy and I where craving some hardcore foosball competition, and the warnings from our friends only made us want to go there more. Could our foosball skills stand up to the competition at such a notorious bar? We had to find out.
So last night we took our first trip to the New Polonia Club. It’s a basic bar– walk in the front, there’s long skinny bar on the right, and a single Tornado foosball table jammed on the left– 75 cents a game. Upon our entrance, each of the 6 – 8 dudes sitting shoulder to shoulder along the bar gave us the once over and quickly went back to their beers. The bartender spoke English very well and she seemed genuinely happy to have some new characters like us stop in for a Polish beer or two.
It wasn’t more than half a beer before first contact was made:
«So do you guys want to play some foosball? Have you played before?» says the bald fellow with a strong Polish accent.
Of course we agreed to play, but feigned foosball inexperience, just for sport. Soon the whole bar was gathered around the table watching the new guys battle it out with the home team ringers. We scored first, and immediately the bald dude asks, «maybe we play for a beer, just to make it fun?» Yup, we found a real foosball hustler!
So we didn’t get into foosball betting, but played instead for fun. And it was fun, everybody in the bar on that Tuesday night was good at foosball. We won some, lost some, but most importantly had a blast and learned some tricks and drank some beer with a bunch of new pals who like foosball. This is a great foosball bar by me… but I wouldn’t go here for any other reason. If I were you, I wouldn’t show up here unless you’re ready to play– don’t forget your quarters!