Stuck to My Ribs: An Italian Feast at Grassi's West
Tell that to Grassi's West.
While it may seem a stretch to consider a restaurant about half a mile from Highway 40 in Frontenac "off the beaten path," Grassi's most certainly qualifies. It's hidden on a secluded sidestreet near Huey's Honda off Lindbergh Boulevard. Chances are, you've never happened to cruise by the place while out running errands -- unless of course your daily errands include a stop at the Frontenac Racquet Club. Yet despite its unfavorable locale, Grassi's has remained in business for a quarter of a century.
Another rule of thumb: When the words "restaurant" and "Frontenac" meet in the same sentence, we're referring to a place where a casual lunch means Mediterranean seafood, champagne spritzers and a few Andrew Jacksons peeled off as tip money (at least in the jaded mind of this South City resident).
Another preconceived notion that Grassi's shakes. Although it's technically located in one of the wealthiest zip codes in the St. Louis area, when you pull up to the building, you expect to see a "closed for business" sign duct-taped to the window and tumbleweeds blowing by. But open the door on a weekday at noon: Suddenly, you find yourself twenty deep in a line of blue and white collars, all waiting to grab a standard-issue cafeteria tray and fork over $8-$12 on a salad, sandwich or pasta and an endless supply of soft drink over shaved ice.
Before you advance far enough in line to see the main cafeteria area, you can hear the people behind the counter shouting orders to the kitchen.
"Becky Debby with cheese!"
"I need a Terry Special!"
The uninitiated will hear nothing but random names being yelled, but regulars will know that patrons just ordered a perfectly crunchy chicken parm sandwich (Becky Debby) and a breaded veal patty on cheese garlic bread (Terry Special).