Pierogis from Heaven and Beyond

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We dropped into the relatively newly opened St. Ce-Ce's bar in Corktown last night, after a rousing time listening to the Codgers at the Gaelic League with some favorite family members, for 'one more' drink.

I only had one at the League, but was feeling it because I'd skipped dinner. Again.


Asked the lovely 'tender about their kitchen, and she said they might be doing something in the future. I asked incorrectly, or she missed that I was desperate for non-liquid nutrition.

Overheard a cool fellow ask if they had any pierogi left.

Found out that they are supporting the Peoples Pierogi initiative. I jumped at the chance to try 'em...obviously motivated by my need...and tried a plate of three larger jalapeno ones.


Delectable doses of devilshly delightful dough-pockets...filled with creamy and smooth goodness inside, with just enough spiciness to force a yearning for more. So, we demanded...LOL...another plate. [[and asked if they could increase the serving size...for any price!)

Makes me want to go back in time to thank everyone from every tradition that added to this fun and easy meal...but especially whomever made these for us.


We're hooked. They are pierogi-crack, sorry to abuse the old analogy, but there is none more apt.


So, find 'em at Eastern Market...or drop in and visit our new partron saint of Corktown, the amazing Cecilia...or any of her partners in imbibing over at the joint formerly called Baille Corcaigh on Trumbull just south of Michigan Avenue.


Cheers, while I bask in this culinary memory still...almost twelve hours later...tasebud's are grinnin' and dancin'.