Fresser bought the Sauerkraut Bread at a Polish bakery on Milwaukee and I think he said Lawrence. He said he liked to go there to flirt with the pretty young Polish girls who worked at the counter. This was not surprising, in fact Maggie previously had bestowed the name "Flirtacious Fresser" upon him. The bread was very good, although I only ate half a piece because I was so stuffed. It would make a great Reuban Aye, I purchased the sauerkraut bread and a Rayoviec bread (I guess a kind of villager loaf) at a sparkling-clean bakery at Foster & Milwaukee Avenue. If you head to the Jefferson Park CTA station, either the 56A or 270 buses will get you there. Indeed, there were several fine tchotchkeles behind the counter that made fine (diabetic) eye-candy. Next time, I'll try out my rudimentary Polish on them. "Yak sze masz, Baaby!"