We finally recovered from our breakfast coma and got our first peek at Connor's dorm.
After a bit more shopping and a few misguided laps "via Siri" around Mission Valley we opted for a bit of nostalgia for dinner. As some of you know Stephanie and I went to high school together here in the San Diego area. Stephanie's father, Jim, who was Sicilian, lived to take us to Filippi's in Little Italy.
This place is a classic, a cramped authentic Italian market and deli up front at the entrance and a giant restaurant in the back. Empty Chianti bottles hang in the trellised ceilings everywhere you look,
autographed and graffitied with notes from "diners past". Red checkered table cloths and the lights just low enough to miss the 60 plus years and maybe millions?? of marinara covered meals that have been served here.
We opted for the large Antipasti Salad which came covered with generous slices of Mortadella. A tangy Italian dressing and plenty of pepperoni and peperoncini. Bonus to this salad is the hand cut "dice" shaped and sized chunks of Parmesan cheese. The real deal at this place is the "sauce" it's just awesome and authentic. The pizza crust is a bit too doughy and thick for my taste. But gimme that Italian Sausage, Meatball and sauce and I'm good.
A great trip down memory lane. It's amazing to think that a nervous dinner in 1984 with the "girlfriends" parents would develop into all this 30 years later.
Cary Peterson Chef/Owner Kohala Burger & Taco, Kohala Coast Catering