The Poles are the only Catholics I know who celebrate Fat Thursday. Instead of driving up to Euro Deli in Deerfield and buying paczki (pronounced ponchki), I drove down to Coral Gables and met my friend David at the French café Chocolate Fashion. A young woman sat outside with her baby boy, talking in Portuguese with what looked like her mother. Inside, the woman next to us chatted in Spanish with her waitress. David called his friend Zosia in Warsaw and handed me the phone so I could wish her a szczesliwego Tlustego Czwartek.
