Review: Everybody Came to Tana’s by Dan Tana

Author	Dan Tana
Genre	Memoir
Language(s)	English
Format	384 Pages
Publisher	Radius Book Group
ISBN	9798895151099

Reviewed by Katerina Tana

Note: For the sake of full transparency, I preface this review with the fact that this book, Everybody Came to Tana’s is my father’s memoir. 

While being father to two daughters, my sister and myself, was his professed greatest pride, it  was perhaps the least extraordinary part of his life. When you read this book you will  appreciate why. It was his indomitable and inimitable spirit that distinguished him as a man. While his success and fame as a restaurateur of the eponymous Dan Tana’s restaurant is what  he is famous for, his accomplishments in the worlds of football and filmmaking, as well as his  incomparable generosity, decency and sense of play, were his finest traits. Surrounded by  celebrity and high powered wealth, his sense of self and values never wavered. 

Our father lived a very different life. Most people, some of them close friends, had no inkling of  the trying and sometimes death-defying episodes he survived. The challenges and struggles  close family are privy to don’t often make it beyond the familial circle. Indeed this is why it was  so important, knowing he was one of the world’s great raconteurs, that his memoir, which he  laboured over for several years, had to be shared even after his passing last summer at the age of 90. 

Left: Dan Tana and Cameron Diaz; Right: Dan Tana and Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Ben Stiller and Jim Carrey gathered at table in 2001

In 1935 Dan Tana was born Dobrivoje Tanasijevic, nicknamed Bata, in what was then Yugoslavia, now Serbia. 

He was born in a field in the countryside, Cibutkovica, where his mother had retired from the  city of Belgrade during her late pregnancy. As she helped farmers work the fields the  unexpected delivery of her first child occurred, his umbilical cord cut with a scythe. Mother and  son returned to the city where his father Radojko, ran the family restaurant, a successful  business of his own father, until political matters carried him off to prison camps, where he  remained during most of Bata’s childhood. 

In his father’s absence Bata played football (soccer) on the streets with his friends, where he  was discovered by legendary talent scout for Red Star Belgrade, Aca Obradovic. Football  became Bata’s passport and greatest love. He professed to be grateful that he discovered  football before he discovered girls. His talent at the game catapulted him at age 17, from the  confined Communist world of post war-torn Yugoslavia to play in Belgium for Red Star in a  European club competition. There, confronted by the consequences of taking to the dance floor  in a post match gathering, he decides to defect with a fellow player. You couldn’t make it up.

A person with no citizenship  

This decision forces him to navigate the dangers of being a person with no citizenship, landing  him in Valka Lager displaced person camp in Nuremberg, Germany and a stint in a coal mine  and finally being placed at Anderlecht in Belgium, then AC Hanover a team in Germany, where  his football talent was recognised. Contracted by the club, his career trajectory was interrupted  by the rules of FIFA due to both his young age and lack of nationality. His entire life at this point  was bound by FIFA rules as this was the legal framework dictating his movements, where and  when he could play and for whom. When he was sold to a Jewish team, Hakoah in Montreal,  Canada he made his passage there by ship. Once there he juggled with the various languages  learned along the way and befriended a mixed bag of fellow immigrants. Along the way he  mastered the game of poker supplementing the healthy income he earned as a professional  football player, making him ripe for adventure. 

When the opportunity came to visit the USA for a bachelor party excursion across the border to  San Francisco, he seized the moment. He decided to stay longer with one friend and together  they made their way by bus south to see Hollywood, a world he grew up watching in movies in  post war Belgrade, which fueled his dreams of what was possible. 

What followed was his immigrant journey through 1950’s LA, waiting tables, washing dishes,  rubbing elbows with celebrities, (James Dean, Paul Newman, Marilyn Monroe, Bob Mitchum  among many others), while playing professional football. Not long after he landed some acting  work in a few films and tv shows, at which time he agreed to a name change, at Twentieth  Century Fox casting’s suggestion, to Dan Tana. All the while he pursued the establishment of a  first professional US soccer league, but then in 1964, married and with a new baby, entirely by  chance and necessity, he opened the restaurant that was to become the stuff of legends. 

In 1972, just as his restaurant started to garner a loyal following he chose to relocate the entire  family to England, where his daughters could have a “proper” education and he could explore  the possibility of involvement in the professional English Football league. In 1974 he became  the first ever foreign chairman of a professional English club, astonishing to think given that  most English teams are now in foreign hands. He chose the humble, struggling at the bottom  of the fourth division, and bankrupt west London team Brentford FC. They wore a similar kit to  his beloved Red Star and the challenge of their lowly status didn’t deter him. Needless to say  under his watch they got promotion to the Third Division, and he is credited for shifting the energy at the club to a family oriented one and improved their presence in the community. The  team is now in the Premier League…. 

He managed to juggle a dual existence between London and LA, without skipping a beat  returning to LA every six weeks for two weeks, and nary a soul save his closest family and  friends knew the drill. This was the freedom he cultivated and craved throughout his life, while  one day he is at the restaurant host to the most high powered studios executives and stars of  the time, the next week he was in London steering Brentford to a gradual success, while at the  same time developing and producing feature films in his beloved Yugoslavia that garner fine  reviews, one winning an award at Cannes.  

How he connected these worlds come through the stories in the book. Like when an unknown  Elton John debuts at the Troubadour a couple doors down from the restaurant, professing to  be an avid football fan. Several years later, in 1977 our father and mother, are fast asleep at  midnight in London when the phone rang; it was Glenn Frey of the legendary group the Eagles  (regulars at the restaurant) asking him to come meet them and their friend Elton John who  needed his football expertise to pick a new manager for his his team Watford FC. Our father  got dressed and met them, counselled Elton to hire Graham Taylor, who he duly hired as  manager, and the next few seasons followed making it to the First Division, the premier League  of its time. 

Left: Dan Tana playing for Yugoslav American team in Los Angeles, 1956; Center: Dan Tana as goalie at Valka Lager Displaced persons Camp, Nuremberg, Germany 1952; Right: Dan Tana as Chairman of Brentford FC celebrating promotion during the 1977-78 season, London, England


Our father’s memoir is first and foremost a testament to his ability to connect with  people, and to remain optimistic in the face of daunting odds.  

His motivation was informed by an American Dream that had more to do with freedom, to be  who he was and go where he wanted, than amassing great wealth, as he was one of the least  materialistic people you would ever meet. He had impeccable intuition and instincts, a deep  love of people, and held true to the end to the belief that we are all connected.

You can find Everybody Came to Tana’s: An American Dream Come True at an independent bookstore near you.

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Review: Breadcrumbs by Kasia Babis

Author	Kasia Babis
Genre	Graphic Memoir
Language(s)	English
Format	256 Pages
Publisher	Macmillan Press
ISBN	9781250877871

Reviewed by Lauren Halvonik

“One day you will learn respect for the fatherland, respect for bread. I will make you learn.” –Kasia Babis in Breadcrumbs

That is what the surly headmistress of Kasia’s Catholic school flings her way, in response for daring to drop breadcrumbs upon the floor. A dramatic statement following the denouement to the main character (Kaisa) reciting My Little Song III by CK Norwid. As one of the great Polish Romantic poets, Norwid is a fine choice here; his poem is about longing for the exaltation of bread and god, and of land and faith. 

A New Poland

This (opening) scene sets the tone of this graphic memoir by Kasia Babis. The headmistress retreats with all the flair of a drama teacher, leaving Kasia in shock, accented by humored confusion. As Kasia and her classmates laugh over the headmistress’ eccentricities, their relationship deepens amidst the backdrop of Poland transitioning from communism to capitalism. Ultimately this is a graphic memoir about autonomy, extending from one’s body to one’s home–an extension of the self.

In this new Poland, Catholicism now sits at the forefront–not as background noise that some choose to worship, but as a cemented presence in school and state. This rising tide of conservatism, a reaction to the socialist society that had just crumbled–begins to endanger the autonomy of our young heroines. Readers may notice it foreshadowed in the make-up being scrubbed off young girls, or in the strict uniforms the girls have to wear.

Breadcrumbs conveys how in times of uncertainty and strife, people often turn to doctrine and absolutes.

Throughout the graphic memoir, mothers cling to religion like the last buoy flung off a sinking ship. Babis highlights how mothers can inflict trauma on their daughters, often out of fear. For Monika’s mother, like for many women in Poland, life is not simple. Catholic faith becomes her anchor. In one disturbing scene, Babis illustrates how daughters are reminded that abortion is a sin. Monika opens the fridge, looking for leftover dinner, and instead finds a Tupperware with a cross drawn on it and the words “Lenka 02.2010-04.2010.” In a panic, she calls Kasia to share news of the miscarried fetus in the fridge. Babis then jumps forward–the next readers learn of Monika, she’s being committed to a psychiatric institution by her mother. 

Beyond the intricacies of motherhood and childhood, Monika’s story introduces the burgeoning sentiment against abortion in post-soviet Poland. Breadcrumbs is also a tale about the loss of personal autonomy and the fight to protect it. Even in Monika’s mothers actions there is a sense that she feels a loss of autonomy in this new Poland. She’s struggling financially and has no external help available to her for the care of her five children. She has to lean on Monika for help and even reminds her of that as they’re at the steps of the psychiatric institution. Her faith in Jesus and the Catholic Church makes her feel some sense of control, of autonomy.

While much of the book covers a woman’s right to bodily autonomy, it also examines personal autonomy through the lens of property. 

Wild Reprivatization

“But how do you decide who owns what in a city that was once completely destroyed?” –Kasia Babis in Breadcrumbs

Babis presents the above question at the beginning of the story of Jolanta Brzeska. Brzeska was a tenants’ rights activist who many believe was murdered for her activism. Throughout the memoir, Babis uses actual quotes from witness reports, giving this section of the book a particularly eerie truth. For example, a young man reported that he saw something burning in the distance that night, precisely where Brzeska’s body was found. 

In Breadcrumbs, he ask an unanswered question:

“If she just lay there, burning alive…why wasn’t she screaming?”

Strajk Kobięt

“Men’s anger. Why does it always take me by surprise?” –Kasia Babis in Breadcrumbs

In Babis’ final act, she returns to an intimate interlude that is once again, a meditation on mother’s and daughter’s, on women’s perseverance and on men’s anger. This part takes place amongst the political backdrop of Partia Razem, a left leaning party in Poland whose name signifies “togetherness” and Strajk Kobiet, the All-Poland Women’s Strike. For context, the strike unfolded  in 2016 and again in 2020, largely in response to increasingly restrictive anti-abortion laws. Babis documents how, 

“The battle over abortion we fought in 2016 did not put an end to the government’s war against women’s rights. In 2020, the New Constitutional Court, now packed with Law and Justice Party members, declared previous abortion laws unconstitutional. According to the new ruling, it was only legal to terminate a pregnancy if it was threatening a woman’s life or if the pregnancy was a result of rape. In response to the ruling hundreds of thousands of people went to the streets in the biggest protest since the fall of communism.”

Finally, in 2016, the protagonists feel the power of their voices. Especially Kasia, who leads a portion of the march, and speaks to the crowd with Partia Razem. 

The memoir  ends with the girls finding each other once again, now with Monika’s daughter, Matylda. In the light of motherhood, they reflect on their mothers and empathize with the difficulties they had. Monika contextualizes how even though her mother hurt her, her mother was also responding to her autonomy being stripped from her. 

There is so much in Breadcrumbs to discuss and share. Babis takes readers on a journey  through Polish history with such a beautiful and detailed pen. This memoir covers the facets of womanhood and disenfranchisement in a way that reminds readers that we all deserve autonomy. And that often, we have to fight for it. 

“Sometimes I think there’s no way anyone from that generation didn’t come out at least a little bit fucked up, you know?” “Well to be fair I don’t think we’re that well-adjusted either.” “That’s how it works, right? Generational trauma or something. At least we acknowledge it. Let’s hope someday someone breaks the cycle.”

Additional Reading

1. Babis, Kasia. Breadcrumbs: Coming of Age in Post-Soviet Poland. Macmillan, 2025.
2. Norwood, CK. “My Little Song III” a translation of the CK Norwood poem included in Breadcrumbs. 
3. Tilles, Daniel. “Prosecutors Discontinue Investigation into Warsaw Tenants’ Rights Activist Who Burned to Death.” Notes From Poland.