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A group of friends and I went to Salvatore's last Saturday night. We arrived early for dinner (5:30) because we didn't want to chance any waiting in line. I have to admit that I am not particularly hungry at 5:30 and I was concerned that I wouldn't really enjoy myself. HA! As soon as we walked in, my stomach made a hideously loud, Pavlovian response-type growling noise.
We started our dinner with the Burrata, which is their house-made mozzarella served with crisp bread and strawberries. (I'm busy fashioning a Burrata statue to sit next to my pizza statue) We followed that with the salad of the day which was lovingly coated with a miraculous pineapple vinaigrette. Sigh. And sigh again because I want more of it now. All of it!
Oh my gawd, the pizza. We chose the Tomato Pie and Terrence's Favorite. It's my favorite, too, Terrence. Actually, the Tomato Pie is also my favorite. I have a sneaking suspicion that everything I eat here will be my favorite. So, the sauce. The sauce is fresh tomato-y and not acidic or sweet or overly herby. It's the perfect sauce. It also did not give me indigestion, which while gross to mention in a public forum, is super important to me for the obvious reasons. The hand-tossed crust is the perfect thickness to chewiness to crunchiness ratio.
Also, I managed to stuff in some dessert which, that night, was a honey custard. (yep, honey custard statue). DELICIOUS. I use the word delicious because I lack the vocabulary to express how much I was grooving on my honey custard. Plus, it was served in a mini mason jar which is always my favorite custard vessel.
I'm always trying to marry food but this time I have drawn up the papers and booked the venue. I LOVE YOU SALVATORE'S.
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