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There’s a tight-knit Polish community at the heart of Greenpoint that remains almost completely untouched by the wave of hipsters lapping up against its edges. These people buy their raisin-filled babka at Jaslowiczanka, a hole-in-the-wall bakery bearing the last name of the Polish immigrant who founded it in 1989. The concoctions in the front case consist mostly of dressed-down parfaits—fruit suspended in Jell-O with alternating layers of imitation whipped cream—and dry, church picnic cake. Better to stick to the rustic baked goods on the back rack, like the simple, crumbly apple cake. — Keach Hagey