Poznań: Museums, ramen, and very berry desserts

We hit a museum today where we were asked if we qualified for the senior discount at the ticket counter. (A moment of silence for our egos, please.) Audio guides in hand, we set off on a journey through prehistoric Poland, from early tools to metal-smithing to the rise of ancient villages.

Now, this kind of stuff is usually right up my alley. But the audio tour was a bit slow and too detailed. By exhibit four I realised we’d be there till sunset if we kept at it. So, we returned our headsets and made a break for daylight.

That’s when Jo turned to me and said, “Oh… it was the Archaeological Museum. I thought it was Architectural. No wonder nothing made sense!” Mystery solved.

Eat, rinse, repeat (or not)

We’re eating our way through Poznań. Truth is, neither of us actually eats that much, but we sample with purpose. Today’s pick: pavlova with mascarpone and berries. Very berry good. Tart, creamy, crisp, worth every bite. Being New Zealanders we felt it was our duty to ensure the quality and it was there in abundance.

On the walk back to the hotel, we found our street cordoned off by police for a peaceful protest against the war in Ukraine. Calm, organised, and powerful. A moment that reminded us of the world beyond our plates and plans.

Ramen roulette

Jo’s been finding little Japanese eateries scattered around the city. We tried to hit a gyoza spot but it was closing early (Monday blues, clearly). So we wandered up the street to a ramen joint that turned out to be a quiet win: clean broth, balanced flavour, more comforting and familiar.

Contrast that with the Michelin Guide ramen place we visited over the weekend. The broth was intense, oily, and frankly inedible. It was ramen turned up to eleven, and we just couldn’t. So finding a simpler, more familiar bowl was appreciated.

Funny thing is, before we arrived I joked that Poznań’s “best restaurant” was a Thai place. Now I’m not laughing because our best meals have been Asian and French. Still, the top dish of the trip remains the humble Gzik we had on night one at a quiet little bar: creamy cottage cheese, chives, and potato, perfectly simple and totally unforgettable.