Salumi 2: In which our heroine encounters meat
You know life is okay when the only thing you can think to write about is your meat sandwich. Today I went back for my second helping of Dino Batali's chow. I think I'm in love.
No, not just with the meat sandwich (the meat being an awesome lamb) but with the place. The food's good, but it's not that, or not just that. Even the crowding in the tiny place is wonderful. It's a New Year's Eve kind of crowded where getting elbowed and stepped on doesn't seem annoying. On the contrary, everyone on line, stuffed into the long corridor by the counter feels that they are part of some fun lark, some rakish escapade. Most people are all smiles even when some gnocchi sauce nearly finds its way to their coat sleeves. When someone sighs heavily and leaves in a huff, not able to put up with the line or the tight quarters, the people left on line eye each other knowingly with looks that say "more for us!"
It just feels so good to be a regular somewhere - and the trick of Salumi is that you're made to feel like a regular from the moment you step inside. I've only been there twice and was very nearly embraced by the owner on my way out today. I've been to costco tons of times and not once has anyone tried to hug me - even a little bit! Cheers was really onto something and so is my meat palace. But I know the real secret of the place: it's the place Dino Batali dreamed of having his whole life and now he's got it. The whole place is filled with an atmosphere of "I've got it made" courtesey of its purveyor. And when you bite into a ciabatta roll covered in pesto and garlic and slabbed with lamb and roasted red peppers you feel like you've got it made too.