Another cold and rainy day, so that meant comfort food. Italian-American comfort food.
I returned to Corner Grinder. I'd previously noticed an item on their menu called beef pizzaiola
, described as "steak, peppers and mushrooms, sauteed in a tomato sauce". Well, hell, that sounded good.
These were today's specials.
I was curious about #7 until I confirmed that it did indeed mean tripe. Yeahhhh, not for me.
The meal came with their basic salad and splendid crusty bread, which you've already seen. The bread had just come out of the oven. Delightful. For my "appetizer" I got a chunk of their Sicilian-style house pizza: sausage, spinach, and potato. My word, just look at it.
This, along with the pizza from the Mozzicato dePasquale Bakery down the street, is enough to elevate the Sicilian style to something well worth researching. This is heavy-duty stuff: the chunky toppings and pillowy crust go perfectly together. The sausage is, of course, Corner's housemade.
I managed to get through about half before my main course, the beef pizzaiola, came out to me.
This was fantastic. Tender beef, whole roasted cloves of garlic ...
... and the standout, as with my last visit, was the sauce. As you can see from the color, though, this was not their standard sauce. There was a restrained presence of red wine - just
the right amount to make the sauce something that harmonized with red meat. Wonderful balance. This is what you get from folks with decades of cooking experience. I found myself both sopping up the extra with bread and eating it like soup.
I want to point out that this wasn't a cheap
dish. It was $15, and I would have been perfectly satisfied had it been served to me in the context of some swanky West Hartford restaurant (and the price might have been similar too). That's not where I got it, though. I got it at a place that looks like this:
The tragedy is that it would never, understandably, cross the minds of most folks as a place to get a nice old-school Italian / Italian-American meal. I could suggest it to coworkers; they'd see the pictures of the outdated interior, and consider the fact of the deteriorated Franklin Avenue neighborhood, and humor me with a "hmm, maybe" and then go elsewhere. And I couldn't really blame them. But perhaps someone might take the plunge...
post edited by Ketteract - 2017/04/22 18:46:38