Heading to Wednesday night journey group and looking for something different for dinner (as we weren’t rushing for a change), we got into Dallas and hadn’t yet picked a place. Choices, rapidly, became limited, so we stopped at Sal’s Pizzeria in downtown D.
They started us with a basket of mini rolls that, had they approached warm, much less been hot, would have been wonderful. They were thick and doughy, bordering on the texture of a beignet.
Jo’s pasta came with a salad and I started with a pasta faziole that was close to the blandest thing I’ve ever eaten. I added pepper. I added salt. The one thing I couldn’t seem to add was flavor. I ordered the baked ziti,which I swear I had seen come out of the oven on a pizza stone. How half of the dish managed to be cold, I don’t understand. The only “hot spot” was at the very bottom of the middle. Tragically, the dish didn’t taste any better warm than it did cold. Jo ordered the eggplant parmigiana and asked for it crispy.But it wasn’t crispy, it wasn’t warm and it wasn’t particularly good. The sauce on the pasta was bland as well. We generally like food, but this is how much was left when we ate all we could stomach:Thank goodness that there was a Chick Fil A on the way home from group. On a side note, the waitress was very pleasant and very apologetic. It wasn’t her fault – she didn’t cook it.