To say that Cafe Gazelle is a hidden gem along the sparkling stores of Belmont Shore would be a major understatement. There are only three reasons you would even know this place existed: (1) you walked by it after parking along La Verne to avoid the meters; (2) you happened upon the chalkboard sign along 2nd advertising lunch specials; or (3) your friends have discerning taste and highly recommended this place/you are a frequent Yelper.
Having said that, I found myself at Cafe Gazelle one lonely afternoon coming back from work and wanting to try a new place for lunch. I nearly tripped over the easel on the corner of La Verne and 2nd while deciding on a suitable venue to bring my empty stomach and critical taste buds. The price seemed right (lunches starting at $4.95) and although it was difficult to make out the interior of the restaurant from the sidewalk, the smells emanating from this unassuming doorway, along with the interesting conversations occurring inside were enough to coax me across the threshold and into a new experience I would not soon forget.
Though small in size, this restaurant is large in charm. The shabby chic wrought iron patio furniture create the impression that you are dining al fresco at a cafe located in an obscure Italian village. I was promptly seated, handed a menu, and, before I could decide upon my meal, presented with the hottest bread I had ever been served in my life. The butter melted almost instantly upon knifing the piping appetizer with a shard of the yellow bliss, and I consumed it so quickly I wondered if I would have room for the inexpensive lunch. As it turns out, I did.
I ordered the house salad and the turkey meatballs. The salad was fresh and crisp, with vegetables that sung of happier days on a small farm on what I imagined to be a quaint villa tucked away along the Mediterranean countryside. The dressing was pink in hue, but neither creamy nor tart, although I enjoyed the mysterious fluid enhancement praying the entire time it was not made from pomegranates, since I am allergic. Meanwhile, the waiter, whom I assume was a manager or owner, was doting on me discreetly but regularly. My glass of water never did get to feel naked and empty. Then came the turkey meatballs, mushroom-head-sized plump moons of meat arranged circularly around a small plate. The portion turned out to be exactly enough to satiate me given the bread and salad that I gracefully devoured earlier in my sojourn. The meatballs had great flavor but also an exceptional texture and consistency. I myself have cooked turkey meatballs on hundreds of occasions, but they always seem to turn out slightly dry even when cooked in tomato sauce. Not these masterful meat mounds. They were so moist as to be indistinguishable from their beef forebears.
Overall, the food was excellent, the service attentive but unobtrusive, and the price simply unbeatable. I will absolutely return for dinner, hopefully with a friend or date in tow. read more