Communists don’t need bourgeois flavors!
The commisars got the good stuff. My Polish girlfriend grew up under communism and was there when it fell. She took me to a nostalgia communist restaurant keeping the tradition alive. Everything was bland and boring. Canned this or that, nothing fresh and it all had to come from the ration bureau. The only thing in abundance was vodka and lousy beer.
She told me how her family was lucky because her grandmother worried at the food bureau and was in charge of ration cards. Sometimes they would get some citru or even a banana smuggled in from Cuba or Vietnam. A pack of airline peanuts were especially exotic. The whole family would get together to all share a single banana and divy up a small bag of peanuts.
Now, she still can’t believe how much is available on every corner in Warsaw.
Coming here soon thanks to the democrats.