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One taste of her caramelized, dewy, and salty pastrami, on weekday evening at Sal's, and I knew I had chosen hastily.
Sucker that I often am for the word "aioli," I chose the Grilled Chicken Aioli, customizing it with that Danish delight of cheeses, Havarti, which added a lardy yet sharp and lightly sweet flavor to a succulent chicken filet that could have used just a little more seasoning to embolden it. The same held true for the aioli itself, one that was slathered inside both halves of the beautifully bronzed, delicate, feathery Brioche roll that housed the sandwich. As regretful as I was, it was no bust.
Flanking the GCA was a Red Skin Potato Salad that was creamier than an overturned dairy truck and was laced with crunchy, vibrant vegetables that added noticeable mouthfeel as well as eye-pleasing color.
I had for dessert a Raspberry Cream Torte that was essentially a gloriously presented, tart, and buttery parfait-meets-cylindrical cheesecake that was layered with spongecake a la Junior's.
Sal's makes me want to return, not only for the pastrami but for their Italian Hoagie as well as their Beef On Weck (I've never had it anywhere that I can recall). The next time, I won't play it so safe. I like what Sal's is trying to accomplish. I think you will also.
P.S. We had no problems with the service that was provided by the joyful and conscientious Monique nor did we find the ordering set-up or hours confusing.
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