"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. You’ll eat big bowls of pasta and pepper-crusted steak while giddily discussing the Weho Pride line-up with your server. Is there anything on Sal’s handwritten menu that wouldn't be found down the block? No. But you’re at this cozy queer space to experience the room—eating a well-dressed caesar and spicy orecchiette is the bonus. " - brant cox, sylvio martins, nikko duren
