Provincetown
Provincetown: Sal's Not the Place
July 17, 2006 at 11:37 AM | 3 Comments

Part of our job is to protect you, the unsuspecting traveler, from B.S.: Overhyped destinations, crummy food, and cramped hotels are no fun, and we suffer so you don't have to. One of the problems that we had in Provincetown was with the restaurants. Because of the rapid turnover of visitors, there's not much reason to improve the quality of the food or the service if repeat customers aren't an issue.
That said, we should place the blame squarely on our own shoulders for the dreadful meal we had at Sal's Place, on the water by Commercial Street in Provincetown's West End. We ignored our travel instincts, seduced by the promise of eating tasty Italian food al fresco by the water.
Sadly, none of those things would come to fruition. Spotting an empty table right by the ocean on the balcony, a large coughing man wearing a stained apron told us it was already claimed. Presumably, this was Sal himself, and it occurs to us now that he bore more than a passing resemblance to Barth from You Can't Do That on Television. It didn't escape our notice that our dream table sat empty the rest of the night.
Not that it would have mattered; Sal's overpriced home-style Southern Italian cooking was as bland as it could be. Linguine with clams was flavored with butter alone--there wasn't even garlic--and the spaghetti with tomatoes and mushrooms tasted suspiciously like Prego.
Related Stories:
· Jaunted Field Trip Provincetown [Jaunted]
3 Comments
Return to » Provincetown: Sal's Not the Place
Return to » Provincetown: Sal's Not the Place
Leave a Comment
Not yet a member? Click here to become a member.
Already a member? Login below: