If I could consistently remember how to spell \"Szmidt's,\" I would consider it for a tattoo across my belly (as a none-too-subtle metaphor).  Or for the name of my first born child (Is Szmidt a boy or a girl name? Who even cares when the buffalo chicken pierogies make one this happy?). If I purchase one of those ridiculous islands that that one Middle Eastern country sells to grab headlines and paper over their lack of democracy- I'm going to name it Szmidt Island.  That good.\n\nI don't even bother to really look at the menu anymore- I just glance, pick the first thing I see, and then commence happy scarfage upon arrival of delicious food. I have yet to come across anything on the menu that hasn't made me happy. The folks that work there rock- thanks for the free pasta salad the other day!  Call in orders are fast and efficient.\n\nIf I could hack Yelp and award Szmidt's the one billion stars that it deserves, I would. No wait, never mind, don't kick me off Yelp. Seriously, I can't hack anything.\n\nWhat was I saying? Oh yeah. Pierogies.