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For a Local Sunday Night Dinner: “Salvi Restaurant”



A good meal in a comfortable, familiar place where you are guaranteed to enjoy your food in a peaceful environment is divine. It is one of the only reasons I would be willing to get dressed and go out on a Sunday. While many people are fond of their “Sunday Fundays” in order for me to have one I stay in my pajamas all day, watching everything that has built up on my DVR, while taking naps on the couch in between shows. 








One of the best examples of this is a restaurant in my neighborhood, Salvi. This Italian eatery has been a place for my family to get a quick bite, catch up over delicious pasta, and serve as host to some of our Christmas Eve dinners. It is a place where I have a favorite dish, where I know the waiters by sight, and where I can look forward to their homemade bruschetta on the table.

When Italians go out for Italian food the restaurant has to be of a certain quality. We are not going to the diner to order that version of marinara sauce. That would be a crime against humanity. Once we find a place that is a close second to family recipes, it becomes a tradition.

This is only of the one places, outside of my home, where I know I can get the penne alla vodka with delight. I know that they make a great shrimp oreganata with linguini, which I love for special occasions. I like that no matter what you crave, even it is not on the menu you can order it. On this most recent visit I had chicken Parmesan with baked claims for an appetizer. 

Salvi is connected to another foodie place I have written about, Frank’s Pizza (http://thequeenoff-ckingeverything.blogspot.com/2015/05/for-my-original-frank-frankss-pizza-and.html). This is no coincidence. They not only share a location but also an owner. The pizzeria has been around longer but in the many years since Salvi Restaurant has opened it has been a local hot spot.

I felt that after being a patron to this restaurant for so long I needed to share my appreciation for them. It is not flashy or trendy, there is no month long wait for a reservation, but you can get quality Italian foods for a good price in a calm setting where you can actually hear what your companions are saying. The tables fill up and then disperse. You will be there long after you are done eating just to finish your conversation along with your cappuccino or glass of red wine. I do enjoy their Italian cheesecake (despite a personal bias for my grandmother’s recipe) and tiramisu, one of the best desserts that exist in the world.

When you leave and walk outside your instinct is to retreat back into the quiet, warm sanctuary. The world seems brighter and colder than it was prior to your arrival. In the winter this feeling is all the more apparent and for some reason is when I seem to always be there.  Somehow that too is a familiar feeling that still leaves me at ease.

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