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| - Although we've only had brunch here, I'm not totally sure that we'll be back for dinner service. Casbah is a whopping .2 miles from home (that's at least a thousand feet!) so while its convenience and accepting of reservations reign high on my list of must-haves, the food left me slightly disappointed. Considering the price point here, we've dropped a star level or so.
I made reservations for brunch (definitely do this; the place was full when we arrived at noon) and strolled through the patio(?) area to the actual(?) restaurant. That set up is strange itself; especially with no indication of where I'm headed. We were quickly seated in close quarters with our other lovely brunch eating brethren. Service was fine. We're easy guests, and our waiter was more than tolerant with the +1 having not scoured the menu to make sure he would like something there like I had. We both opted to go with the prix fixe; with most items hitting the halfway point, 28 bucks seemed great for including an appetizer and cocktail.
My bellini was done right. Fancy style, making all the schnapps (ha! sorry). The appetizer of granola with a lil' yogurt that seemed more like cream cheese fatty goodness than the very vanilla yoplait lite I typically let myself have; a sprinkling of berries hit the spot. Sweet enough for me--maple-y and rich--and didn't even for a second seem like someone poured some Nature Valley in a bowl. The +1 ordered the cinnamon killed polenta and couldn't get enough.. so I barely got any.
Our entrees though are a different story. +1 got the mushroom and goat omelet with his little roasted potatoes and his little sausage and his little toast and was all happy enough with it. I am not so easy, I guess. The brioche French toast sounded great. Caramelized pear! Sold! I received, next to a large, meaty chicken sausage link, a few small pieces of fruit and one slice of French toast. How is that a thing? Maybe this is the husky child in me, but I was not expecting one slice. Luckily with the prix fixe, there was no way I would have been able to eat more than one, but really. If I had only ordered that at some double-digit menu price, I would not be a happy camper.
Overall, really, it was fine. The food was actually better than I make it sound; it just didn't hit the expectations everyone had set for me. The hungry girl me will always require more than one slice of sugar bread. Curiosity of dinner with reservations might bring me back if I don't want to make the trek elsewhere with February arctic conditions again, maybe.
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