Dough and potatoes sauteed in butter, a dive bar with Iron City on tap, super friendly people -- this place might just represent all that is good and pure left in the world.  I haven't been able to pry myself away from the pierogies long enough to try everything else on the menu, which I intend to do before the Stillers knock on seven's door.  The happy hour is a great deal, with half off on pierogies and cheap rotating brews.  I'm not giving it four stars only because the deck and dining room aren't terribly well separated, so it's often a little tough to breathe inside.  Although, I'm sure a pierogi expert could comment on how the smoky air balances the pillowy texture of the delicate pierogies...