A red grand piano and fluffy napkins await diners in this once very Polish and now not-so Polish restaurant. Its location in a three-star hotel speaks volumes about what to expect, requiring the following few observations to be jotted down before moving merrily on. For those unfamiliar with flaki, it’s tripe, not beef as it says on the menu, and as the classic Polish soup goes, it’s not so bad. The house dish of pork medallions with roast potatoes and vegetables is set alight before delivery, which is great if the flames don’t go out before the alcohol evaporates. If they do, expect a strange tasting liquid tucked away under the spuds. Service is average, and the place is probably best avoided unless you’re staying in the adjoining hotel or are completely mad for Polish food. [...]

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