We have been running the business for 80 years! (in 2025 it will be exactly 80!). We do it conscientiously and ethically - that's why we have survived so long! "Mrs. Józefa Kubik's company has been operating continuously and without nationalization since 1946 [actually since 1945]. It survived privatization, the war for trade and all the ambitious plans and inventions of the socialist economy, including surcharges, in the same place. It also survived the revolution and the beginnings of capitalism, not always kind to such Veterans of private initiative." - Andrzej Garlicki, POLITYKA, 21.06.1997. In order to maintain her business, the founder had to beg and plead more than once: - They wanted to liquidate me, because who had ever seen a private business in those days. I had to retrain from delicatessen to poultry. Because GS-s had the privilege of making cutlets. The war with the treasury lasted for many years. There were endless inspections, rows, free lunches. Finally, the terror of private initiative, the so-called surcharge, came. She received a surcharge of PLN 2 million. She had to pay it! - In 1978, that was a lot of money. - A kilo of sausage cost PLN 40 at that time. And the largest catering establishment in Katowice was running on deficit. God, how much trouble I had then. I went to Warsaw, I was crying, I asked a nice lady who I could contact. She only answered: to God. She wasn't far wrong, because although Mrs. Kubikowa had to pay the surcharge, her case touched Gierek's heart. The first secretary often dropped by Siewierz. He ordered goose, żurek and blueberries. Later she heard that apparently he was talking about her in Warsaw itself. - Comrades, how can that be. A woman works hard, makes food and you only judge the surcharge. Apparently he liked it. - TRYBUNA ŚLĄSKA Iwona Dominik 16.01.1998

Since then, the "Golden Goose" has also survived the construction of a road, then a bypass, which effectively cut off the town. Then, the Corona Virus - and the related ban on trade. 

If you grew up somewhere, did something from childhood, watched your grandmother doing it, then your parents, then this "creation" that they looked after so much, took on a greater - metaphysical dimension. It is something extraordinary and wonderful - part of our family and, as it were, destiny. 

Today there are millions of restaurants. Comments on the Internet, often contempt and lack of respect. As if people could let off steam in moments when they feel worse thanks to anonymity. They are not visible. They do not have to look anyone in the eye. They don't have to wonder if what they write is true or if it's just their momentary aggression. I once responded to a very unflattering comment from a gentleman: "disgusting chicken". So I ask, ask for an extension and in response I get: "because I've been coming to you for 46 years and it's always been delicious". This is often how it goes, for 46 years the gentleman didn't make a positive comment, as if waiting for a stumble, and when it did happen he wrote about it. 

Another absolutely disgusting issue - although my mother wouldn't let me deal with it earlier - were people who kept pestering me, who wanted to steal the recipe. And while I thought of it as Mr. Plankton trying to undermine Krab Crowder, it was even funny. Interestingly, although on a much smaller scale, such situations still occur. There were people (practically from all over Poland) who tried to find out how exactly to cook such stomachs, how to roast a goose, and what this żurek soup is actually made of. And that was ok, they would just ask at the restaurant, or arrange a meeting and present proposals for cooperation. However, what I consider unfair is (quite a common practice in the past) lurking in the streets for our employees. These resourceful "businessmen" offered them money in exchange for information. In an extreme case, when we were looking for an employee, a woman came forward, who after a few months quit and opened a restaurant with a similar name with our products. It ended very sadly - but that was due to fate, which turned out to be too cruel for her. A certain owner of a restaurant in our city also tried to accost our employees years ago, impersonating our restaurant (when asked if this was the "famous goose" in that place, they answered "Yes - here!"). The frequent cutting of coupons from including on the list of traditional products, which my father prepared, took to a tasting in Warsaw and waited for the outcome of those deliberations! - And even on the town's Wikipedia we read:

Seven Siewierski delicacies are included on the list of traditional dishes by the Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Development. They are:

sour rye soup

goose stomachs

goose livers

roast goose

roast duck

goose lard

Siewierski blueberries/lingonberries

I wonder if these delicacies fell out of someone's sleeve? And the minister went and found them? This is how people "think" who use this fact to describe dishes "Siewierski" - claiming that this is where the famous place is. Misrepresenting the truth rereality, bending the facts so as to diminish our contribution, to erase the history that has left quite a strong mark. Wherever I went into the world and met Poles, and I said the name of the town I was from, it always came up - aaah, there is a famous goose bar there, it has been operating for years. I never admitted that it was mine. In silence, I digested the satisfaction and wondered how many people have such comfort to hear flattering opinions about something that their ancestors created. So there were millions of nice situations. However, something that has been passed down for generations also involves great responsibility! It does not matter whether I have other (than culinary) skills, or whether I run a company in a completely different industry. It is my duty to continue (at this point in parallel with what I do privately) what my grandmother started. My parents knew who was asking questions, picking on the employees - because the employees usually told us about it - they never reacted to it, lecturing me that "it is better to live in harmony". My problem is that I graduated in history, I know perfectly well what the politics of epistemology bring. So I will not allow our heritage to end up like Europe in 1939!... Unfortunately, being nice does not always work, often if we do not react, stupidity and impudence do not subside but start to run rampant. 

From the wife of the aforementioned restaurateur, when I tried to confront him after so many years, I heard: "we restaurateurs have to support each other". It is interesting that people who lie and cheat so often talk about support, respect and helping others :>. And the desire to provide "support" was in response to my accusations of impersonation. The greatest support not only for us but also for the world will be when each of us privately looks in the mirror every morning and thinks whether we are happy with who we see. We have to lean on ourselves! On our lives. Ask yourself - who am I? It is enough to be generally honest. Stop twisting the facts, stop picking on employees, stop lying that this is it - honestly give the correct address! Let's support each other as people! We all struggle with something. After all, all we want is happiness! We will be happier if we are more supportive and understanding towards each other! <3

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