NEIGHBORHOOD NOTES | President’s Day Lunch at The Pickle Café


 It’s just my luck that I have a day off and it’s during a snow storm. I decided to not let the weather control my being stuck indoors and got in my car to slowly crawl down the wet and icy street. Straight down 36th Ave. to visit an area I hadn’t stopped by in a long time.

I often drive by the Momma Donato’s restaurant, but haven’t been there since around 2006. I decided to stop in to get some pasta and found out that this joint is now replaced by the Pickle Café. Shocking because they didn’t replace the big sign that tells you what stores are located in that strip mall area.

There were a few customers in there when I walked in the door. It seemed welcoming enough – all the daily specials written in bright colored chalk against the blackboard. A man who worked there handed me a menu while I stood in front of the cash register. “We’ve been here for over three years,” he told me while I was peering down on my lunch choices.

It was a café style menu – sandwiches, burgers and some remnants of the Momma Donato’s menu such as lasagna and spaghetti. I chose to go with the daily special which was the Philly Steak Sandwich with Fries.

The sliced beef came pressed between two giant pieces of carb loaded bread along with a pickle and a sprinkling of crisscut fries. It was an okay lunch – the beef wasn’t quite seasoned enough but it was warm and cheesy.

The Pickle Café is mainly a catering company, but they have their doors open for patrons who want to dine in or order out. On their website, they do East Asian and Mexican catering – which is quite interesting.

I wasn’t too impressed with my philly steak sandwich, but maybe I’ll stop by to try something else next time. Hopefully I’ll do this before another three years goes by.

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