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"— How are you, old rogue? Why twist your nose as if you had found some unvirtuous odor? — In the whole camp of Sapieha it smells of bigos! — Why bigos? Tell me! — Beacuse the Swedes have cut up a great many cabbage heads!"
"Until now I was under the false impression that the Polish national dish was bigos, an exquisite stew of cabbage heads, bitter hearts and virulent liver, a dish full of acids and pungent smells. Someone would always "cook bigos" [i.e., make a mess] for somebody else, then they would slap one another in the face, in a newspaper or in a café, and life, replete with rosy cheeks, temperament and fulsomeness, was beautiful. It saddens me, though, to see that tradition fades, as does the noble dish of bigos, and it is beef tongue in the Polish style that now reigns supreme in the Polish menu. Bigos was an exuberant dish, announcing itself through its scent from afar, juicy and vigorous. Tongue in the Polish style is more intricate, sweetened with almonds and raisins; it is, indeed, the dumbest part of a thoughtless beast, but the sweetness of its seasoning is ineffably appetizing."

Bigos, or hunter's stew, is a Polish dish of chopped meat of various kinds stewed with sauerkraut, shredded fresh cabbage and spices. It is served hot and can be enriched with additional vegetables and wine. Originally from Poland, the dish also became traditional in the areas of the vast Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth.
"— How are you, old rogue? Why twist your nose as if you had found some unvirtuous odor? — In the whole camp of Sapieha it smells of bigos! — Why bigos? Tell me! — Beacuse the Swedes have cut up a great many cabbage heads!"
"Theres going to be hot bigos of lead and gunpowder."
"Theres still fatback with cabbage left, and veal bigos. So I shout out loud, After an Italian banquet, give me cabbage and bigos!"
"Bigos, steaks, cutlets, pancakes, vols-au-vent, beef olives, brains, game and fruits make a light and nutritious breakfast."
"There used to be three phases of arriving at a political decision in the Polish diet. The first phase was that of presenting views. Everyone could present any opinion they wanted. Then came the grinding phase. ... Grinding as in a great mortar, where you grind until you produce a uniform mass. Opinions were ground through a long-term discussion. But if this didnt help and if at least one person remained unconvinced or opposed, then he could take the floor of the Polish parliament, shout liberum veto and scurry away – thus dissolving the diet. So the Polish nobility came up with a third phase: it was the phase of making bigos. ... Bigos is a peculiar dish: shredded cabbage and chopped meat stewed for a long time. So the third phase – that of making bigos – meant that the rash nobles would grab their sabres and hack him to pieces, the one who upset the government, who upset the law, before he could get away."
"Turkey in sauce, steak and bigos The lords of yore did munch; But nowadays, its worms and snails On which, like storks, they lunch."