Review: Love & Salt (Manhattan Beach)
Man, after a long work week, it felt so good to get out! We didn’t have any plans and our usual M.O. is to just wing it. I think I have food commitment issues. I don’t want to tie myself down to a certain genre of food. What if I don’t feel like it when the reservation time comes around? What if I want something else instead?! I can’t be tied down. 👯♀️
So, without any reservations, my boyfriend and I went down to Love & Salt in Manhattan Beach. This place has been on my bookmark list for forever! Unfortunately, we’re trying it right after the original chef Michael Fiorelli just left the restaurant. But…spoiler alert, I’m happy to say the new chef Chris Feldmeier is stellar.
The place was jam packed but we had our fingers crossed that we might be able to snag a walk in. The hostess squashed that dream real quick. But, not one to take no for an answer, I pointed at the bar and asked if we could just snag the 2 seats I saw there. Originally, we thought my sister would 3rd wheel it and join us. So the hostess was all, “but there’s only 2 seats and not 3”. I was like, “totally fine. Well just take the 2 seats”. Knowing my sister, I knew it was 50/50 whether or not she would actually join us. And if she did by some chance make it, I figured someone would probably get up before she arrived.
Both the boyfriend and I were STARVING! We convinced ourselves we’d just order a couple snacks while we waited on her. I quickly got the Love & Salt house red wine while he got a primativo red. His was delicious while mine was just “meh”. They had a Nero d’avalo on their wines by the glass list as well which I hadn’t noticed or I would’ve gotten that hands down. Luckily, it’s never too late to order another glass! Well…unless it’s after last call in which case well then, you’re S.O.L.
Besides delicious wine, another thing they have that I WISH other restaurants would follow suit on is sparkling water on tap!
For the snacks, we got the meatballs served with burrata and grilled ciabatta and the freshly made English muffins served with salted butter.
The meatballs would’ve been whatever because they’re just meatballs…executed well…but still, just meatballs…EXCEPT that they were served with the most perfectly buttered, grilled bread and silky, creamy burrata ever. I might have also eaten the tomato sauce as if it were a soup and then sopped the remaining droplets up with the English muffins. I was a straight up savage.
Speaking of English muffins, it was almost biscuit like in how flakey buttery it was but it had the chew of an English muffin. These aren’t the boring, flat discs you’re used to from the grocery store. These were thick and fluffy and so chewy delicious.
Right about then, my sister let me know she was just going to shame eat at home with a dominoes pizza instead. So, we commenced with the rest of our order!
Next up was the lamb tongue panini. It was done almost pastrami style and served with rye bread. The rye was a perfect complement to the gamey-ness of the lamb. FYI – by the way, these are MINI, tiny paninis. You can tell when comparing it to the size of my hands. I am a normal, height challenged Asian female with appropriately proportioned hands. That is to say my hands are pretty small. The sandwich makes my hands look huge.