My wife and I saw the weather report and they were predicting a sunny eighty-degree day, so it was off for a cruise in our C8 Corvette to anywhere the roads took us. After an hour or so we both began to get hungry. I really did not want the usual fare of hamburgers and fries, so we began a quest for a change. This sunny drive led us to Restaurant #79 in Hammonton, NJ, a delightful surprise! This unassuming dive bar was transformed into a charming Polish fusion eatery, thanks to two soccer moms with a vision. Their unique blend of Polish and Italian flavors, using homemade ingredients like their standout kielbasa and pierogies, is a must-try. The restaurant's name, "#79," stems from its renovation, revealing an "angel number" meaning "Pay it Forward." The interior is a conversation starter, with vintage newspaper wallpaper and a copper-covered penny bar. An intriguing outdoor bar was visible, though closed. We settled at the bar, enjoying European football and the impressive Polish drink selection. I opted for a Fiddlehead beer, among other drafts of Yuengling, Miller lite, Throegs, and Allagash. The menu offered a tempting array of Polish specialties, including a classic tray with kielbasa and pierogies, potato pancakes with beef goulash, and various flatbreads and sandwiches. We saw a couple enjoying the Bavarian soft pretzel appetizer with beer cheese and dark mustard and that did it, we too ordered the pretzel. For our mains, we ordered the kielbasa on a long roll with a side of fries and of course sauerkraut. The flat bread was a concoction of greens, cauliflower and a smidgen of a very delightful sauce. The kielbasa and the cauliflower flatbread were both exceptional. Authentic Polish flavors shone through. The portions were generous, and the atmosphere was relaxed and welcoming. My only regret? Skipping the mushroom pierogies and especially the unique "Pierogi Kachow." Restaurant #79 earns a solid four stars. Its unique concept, warm atmosphere, and delicious food make it a...
Read morePros: First Wow , the best Pretzel and beer cheese I've ever eaten! Highly recommend that as an appetizer , would get 2 if you have 4 or more to a party. I also had the Bacon jam burger and it was pretty good. Little messy, glad they toast the buns , otherwise it would be a greasy mess. I had a Blueberry drop martini as well. It was pretty strong, but very tasty. As for the service, the staff was polite and friendly. It wasn't busy when we went. Just a few locals. It does have a kids menu options. There is an outside area that looked pretty neat . They have a " punk rock , poe " vibe to the decor. They are pretty visible from Rt 30. Parking was easy . They do have a ramp for entrance. Looked clean enough. I didn't try the bathroom, but my wife said it was pretty clean. Prices are average.
Cons: The table was wobbly, so I had to sick paper napkins under the legs . Even with a kid menu , I wouldn't suggest taking kids here later hours . That my opinion at least. Tables are ok for 4 people, anymore then it gets tight. Wouldn't suggest parking in the front, due to being very close to the highway. As said before about the burger, only thing I would change is the bun. Something to keep the burger together better. The food / drink menu is neat with leather and old fashion look, but falls apart and hard to keep together. May want to try garments around the holes. Also crossing our menu items in sharpie, is little lazy. You can make a new page.
All and all , I would recommend going here. Mostly for the food. Everything else is ok. Nice change from the norm. I'm Beef and that's...
Read moreFive Stars and One Spiritual Awakening
I walked into No.79 expecting dinner. I left a changed man.
This isn’t a restaurant. It’s a portal to a meat-and-cheese-based higher dimension. I bit into the Don Carlos Pierogi and swear I saw my childhood, my credit score, and the ghost of my great-grandmother doing the polka. The Truffle Short Rib Fries? Illegal in 37 countries and banned by NASA for being “too powerful.”
And the Bavarian pretzel board? Listen. That pretzel didn’t just feed me. It comforted me. It whispered that everything was going to be okay. I would trust that pretzel with my taxes.
The drinks? Oh, the drinks. The green tea martini tasted like a bonsai tree fell in love with a supermodel and they opened a spa together. I drank three and briefly spoke fluent dolphin. I don’t know how. Ask the bartender.
The vibe inside? Like if Frank Sinatra opened a speakeasy inside a kielbasa-shaped spaceship. There’s soft lighting, happy people, and the distant sound of your responsibilities evaporating. It’s perfect.
Let’s talk portions. The entrees are so perfect they legally qualify as emotional support animals. I brought home half my plate and it now pays rent in my fridge. We’re getting close.
In short: If you only eat at one place this year, make it No.79. Then come back the next day. And maybe a third time just to emotionally process the first two.
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Five stars. Two thumbs up. One unbuttoned pants button.
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