Last weekend my friend Lee and I may have got a little drunk at the food festival gala dinner, and started grilling Gordo about his favourite places to eat. He recommended Salvi's Cucina, and despite being slightly inebriated, I remembered.
Cue the line 'where do you fancy eating on Saturday?' And there she blows, Salvi's popped right into my head. We arrived nice and early and were given a pretty little spot in the window. We had drinks in hand within five minutes and a jolly chap with a strong Italian accent brought us some menus. I liked him. The dining room is small, but was filled with the scent of sauce and fresh bread, and is home to many bottles of wine, hams and vegetables in crates.
Everything on the menu sounds delicious, but it didn't take us long to decide what we were ordering.
Carpaccio di Manzo Rucola e Grana - beef, rocket and parmesan drizzled with olive oil and balsamic, finished with freshly squeezed lemon: So simple yet unbelievably heavenly.
Bruschetta con Taleggio: Home baked bread with beautifully melted Taleggio cheese. I could eat this all day.
Home made potato and ricotta gnocchi with Italian pork sausages in a light Mediterranean tomato sauce: Eat these if you are starving, hung over, cold or sad. As you chew the gnocchi imagine them spreading happiness from the inside, because that is what is happening.
Lamb ravioli: This was one of the 'ravioli of the day', the other being mushroom. I would never normally pick pasta from a menu, but I had to give it a bash. I can honestly say that this was the best pasta I can ever remember eating. Little parcels of fragrant lamb in a creamy tomato sauce with miniature lamb meatballs. I'm doing that thing again where I get angry that it's no longer in front of me. I ate every scrap.
Almalfi lemon tart: Half cake, half tart, smothered in rich chocolate sauce. We shared this because the pasta nearly killed us, yet we still polished the whole thing.
My husband has declared Salvi's Cucina to be his new favourite place in Manchester. I have to say that I agree. Go for a relaxed dining experience, and expect fresh, authentic Italian food served by people who love what they do. Adored it.
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The Morcillo sausage on the scallop dish was unbelievably good, and I really have no words left for Andrew Nutter's terrine, which came served with homemade beans and hush puppies. All agreed that we could have eaten a full plate of those puppies.


Mike Harrison's Elderflower gel was so good that Lee nicked the rest of mine when I was flagging! She's a good egg. Debbie's sticky toffee pudding was joint winner for me with Nutter's terrine. Utterly delectable in every way. Corrie's own Sean Wilson also produced some fantastic cheeses; I'm not going to lie to you, I think Lee's parents may have about a kilo of it in their fridge still... 
After Lee's birthday celebrations on the Saturday night, Sunday was all about John Torode. Good god he was funny. I've learned three things about John this weekend; he likes to buy nice shoes, he enjoys interviewing the interviewers (much to our amusement) and he bloody loves a good selfie! It also turns out that his cardboard cut out was actually Gino D'Acampo's body with John's head superimposed on it - and I quote 'I would never buy shoes like that!' He even gave Lee a big birthday kiss! I'm confident she won't remember much of the show.

John did a rather entertaining cook off between 'Chef to Go' Mike Harrison and Manchester House's Aiden Byrne. I think poor Aiden was terrified of him at times! Lee, Sarah and I sat watching the show whilst horrifically hung over, but proved that laughter is indeed the best medicine. By the time we had left the tent we were off to see Jackie at The Hungry Gecko for some much needed nourishment.
The festival itself was teaming with people enjoying the sunshine, sampling the vendors wares, drinking beer and generally having a good time. There were lots of familiar faces too, many of whom are friends I have met through the festival.









