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| - It doesn't look like much from the outside. Sandwiched between a great biker bar (if you're into that kind of thing) and an oriental rug mart, you may be wondering if you need to brush up on your bar fighting skills. Oh contraire, mon freire. Open the door to Razz's and you'll probably see a bar full of patrons, people eating and laughing, eclectic art on the amber hued walls, and Razz behind the open-kitchen bar. With his thin, grey ponytail and snifter of scotch, Raz commands an audience. ANd people line up to sit at the bar and watch him preare their food and entertain them with his charm and effortless command of his staff.
We've eaten at Razz's a dozen times. The food is always good. Except for the Seafood Beggar's Purse. I personally believe that you shouldn't eat anything with the words beggar, dirty or dick in it. So, skip the Beggars purse. Everything else on the menu is well executed, if somewhat pedestrian. Foie gras topped fillet is an orgasm in your mouth to be sure. Macademia crusted halibut, with the flaky moist center send chills down my spine. Now is it innovative; unique? Not so much. Is it delicious? YES.
For a restaurant in a strip mall, they have turned their space limitations into assets. What could be a dark and dingy location has become a warm intimate space with the feeling of being invited to dine with a very wealthy friend. There are several burgandy lined booths, with warm lighting and local art throughout the space. The staff are gracious and attentive without being boorish. You'll often see Razz's wife fluttering around the dining room (she has striking red hair) checking on diners. They take care of their guests.
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