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Sal’s Place
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There's a moment during dinner at Sal’s Place when you completely forget you’re at a restaurant. Adjacent tables—people you didn’t know a half-hour ago—merge conversations with yours, while Siobhan, the linen-wearing host, drops off complimentary tiramisu and explains if you don’t have enough money (it’s cash-only), just pay her back next time. That's the disarming charm of this Provincetown-based bistro, which officially relocated to West Hollywood through June.
The whole operation happens inside the old Il Piccolino, a cozy Italian spot on Robertson that Sal’s uses like a Florida timeshare. If you ever see Sal’s listed as “temporarily closed,” don’t worry. They’ll be back in a few months when the weather turns on the Cape. And when that happens, you’ll find us sliding back into the red and white-striped banquettes, eating big bowls of pasta and pepper-crusted steak, and giddily discussing the Weho Pride line-up with our server. Are there any dishes on Sal’s handwritten menu that couldn't be found at another Italian spot down the block? Probably not. But you’re at this cozy queer space to take in the room—eating a well-dressed caesar and spicy orecchiette is the icing on the cake.
Food Rundown
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Shrimp Scampi
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Sal's Caesar
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Orecchiette Sausage
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Pan-Seared White Fish
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Tiramisu