I first had spaghetti and meatballs at a restaurant in Akron, Ohio called Sanginiti’s. Grandma and Grandpa Nesl started taking UJ and me there when we were tykes. It was a classic red sauce Italian joint with fake windows that looked out over blown-up photos of Venetian scenes, and its spaghetti and meatballs were to die for.
Ever since then, spaghetti and meatballs had been a comfort food favorite, and I get it whenever I can. Unfortunately, red sauce Italian food has fallen out of favor, and this classic dish is hard to find.
So, whenever I’m in Midtown Manhattan I stop at San Martin, a classic little restaurant near the Waldorf Astoria. Its spaghetti and meatballs are excellent and really scratch my comfort food itch. I stopped there last night and it was as good as I remembered.