Once upon a time, a Canadian boy met a Polish girl. But the Polish girl didn’t cook, so her friends set about to get the Canadian boy hooked on Polish food and drink and music. Because, let’s face it, some addictions are fun. Then those Polish friends had a problem, because the Canadian boy was SERIOUSLY hooked on Polish food … as well as the Polish girl. And now they had to find a place where Poles could take there non-Polish mates and introduce them to all the Polish tastes in the rainbow. But none of the 50 or so Polish restaurants inside the M25 made this mixed group of mates – Poles, Brits and Others – feel at home.
So the Canadian boy said, “This must be rectified! I shall build a home of Polish food, drink, art and music in the oldest run-down shopping centre in the UK, in the middle of the Elephant and Castle, call it Mamuśka! and introduce these Polish wonders to the world!” And then the Polish girl said, “Oh oh” and quickly set about advancing her career anywhere else and making babies, all to avoid working in a business run by the Canadian boy, whom she loved, but let’s face it, got on her nerves when they spent too much time together. Then a London boy walked in from the bus stop in front of the Elephant & Castle Shopping Centre and said, may I have a take-away. And the Canadian boy said, “No. Eat in. So that people see that our food is much better than our surroundings. And also, please host an Open Mic night every week and do all of our IT for us and also manage the business for 12 months a couple of years from now, because in two years our Polish Air Conditioning guy will run off with our Polish General Manager and also make babies.
Then a Polish boy jumped off the coach at Victoria Station and came directly to Mamuśka! to seek employment as a cook. And the Canadian boy said, “Not only will I give you a job as a cook, but in a year, I will make you my Head Chef and a couple years after that give you 5% of the business.” And the Polish chef said, “I don’t know what you are on about, because I don’t speak English yet.” Then the Canadian boy decided to move across the street from the Elephant & Castle Shopping Centre, because he was quite sure that the place was about to fall down around their ears. And the landlord tried to make the Canadian boy pay through the nose to get out of the lease, even though the landlord was busy forcing other tenants of that Pit of Despair out on their ear, but eventually relented and said, “Actually,
Then the Canadian Boy put his head in his hands and had a good cry. And the Polish Chef handed him some delicious pierogi and said, “Don’t be such a baby” because chefs are just like that. But then the Canadian boy and the Polish Chef got their heads down and drove the business forward, creating amazing Polish food and importing craft Polish beer and vodka, and creating wonderful experiences for the customers. And the customers came. Some customers were called Stalkers because they followed them from Elephant and Castle. New customers were called Newbies because they would never dream of dining out in Elephant and Castle but are very trendy and loved the fact that they could eat pierogi in Southbank.
Then after about 14 months, the business ALMOST reached sales high enough to break even. And then the Man came on the TV and said somebody did something inappropriate with a wet bat or something and everything went very, very dark for a long time. The Polish Chef kept the kitchen open because “Even in a pandemic, people need to eat. And they should be eating pierogi. Stop crying!! Why do you keep crying, Canadian Boy??” And the Canadian Boy waited, and kept selling things to pay the bills, and yes the Government Landlord decided that even though they will not do anything about the signage, the rubbish, the leaks and the cold air, at least they will do a revenue-based deal on the rent, and the pandemic was over, and the Canadian boy said, “WE SURVIVED!!” And then he looked around and realised that even though he had paid out a LOT of money in Furlough top-up payments, no one was there to listen because Boris Johnson saw his opportunity to be PM back in 2016 and sided with the Brexiteers and helped them win a referendum and now in 2021 there are no Europeans to work in hospitality businesses.
So for a while, the Canadian Boy had no staff. Then, when the Canadian Boy was trying to figure out how he was going to be a Server as well as Managing Director, General Manager, Restaurant Manager, Marketing Manager, Head of It and Financial Controller, the Polish Bookkeeper came in for some pierogi and said, “Hello”. The Canadian Boy said, “You had me at “Hello”” and immediately gave him two or three of those jobs. And then some very young local people and some Polish True Believers pulled together and said, “This Canadian Boy is very strange, and keeps referring to himself in the third person, but he’s actually ok, and this venue is extremely cool and the staff meals are delish and the team are fun and the customers are cool and everyone is happy, so let’s work here!” And now you can eat and drink. But you may need to use our website or app to order, because we still have a lot of work to do. Welcome to Mamuśka! Polish Kitchen and Bar. A true mission of love, fuelled by determination, with a little bit of crazy added into our secret recipe. Smacnego!