Want homestyle comfort food without having to go all the way home? Peach Valley Cafe on SW 34th Street has breakfast, lunch and dinner delights to fill both your tummy and your heart. I've heard good things about this place for a while now, and I can finally say I've tried it and I agree.
The restaurant is only open until 8 p.m. so make sure to get there early. The staff was extremely sweet considering my date and I didn't get there until around 7:40 p.m. or so. I think we were the only people in the place, but we certainly didn't mind. Because of the time crunch we skipped getting an appetizer and dove right into the entrees.
The restaurant is only open until 8 p.m. so make sure to get there early. The staff was extremely sweet considering my date and I didn't get there until around 7:40 p.m. or so. I think we were the only people in the place, but we certainly didn't mind. Because of the time crunch we skipped getting an appetizer and dove right into the entrees.
All of the entrees reminded me of things my grandmother loved to cook during my childhood. It was a tough choice, but I ended up going with the Chicken Marsala. Paired with mashed potatoes and green beans, the wine and mushroom sauce topping the chicken brought the dish to life.
I'm pretty picky about my green beans, but I must say these were crunchy and salted just right. The almond slices on top were also a nice touch. My only criticism would have to be the big hunks of red onion in the mashed potatoes. I kept thinking the potatoes weren't cooked all the way through. The chicken was nice and tender, however, and even though it wasn't better than grandma's (nothing ever is) I must say it was still pretty darn good.
I'm pretty picky about my green beans, but I must say these were crunchy and salted just right. The almond slices on top were also a nice touch. My only criticism would have to be the big hunks of red onion in the mashed potatoes. I kept thinking the potatoes weren't cooked all the way through. The chicken was nice and tender, however, and even though it wasn't better than grandma's (nothing ever is) I must say it was still pretty darn good.
I almost walked away without any dessert, but I'm really glad I didn't. Peach Valley's Apple Fritters are my new favorite thing, ever. Seriously. Like I might start having them as an afternoon snack---every single day. Rolled in cinnamon and sugar, the little fried balls of apple tasted like a warm apple pie on crack. And when you dipped them in the strawberry yogurt, oh my goodness, there aren't even words. I literally licked my fingers clean afterward---and the rest of the plate.