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| - I was taken to lunch as a treat to C'est What (pronounced 'Say' What?, for American readers). Who can grumble about free lunch? Certainly not I. With that being stated, would I come here on my own? Probably not.
The restaurant/bar is downstairs, which does in fact add to its ambiance. However, the attraction stops there. I mean, the decor is certainly passable as indicated by the smattering of people and families about for lunchtime. However, there is no distinctive flavoring or flair. A pool table rests in the backroom. A fireplace with a circle of couches resides near the entrance. A bar, much like a legion hall bar, occupies the right of the main room. With a play-on-words restaurant name, I expected more in terms of clever, class, or at least kitsch.
The bartender was doubling as our server. This lasted for the first round of drinks. When my friend asked for a water, a coffee, AND a beer, she was told to order the beer later. Okay.... but then the bartender/server never returned until after our food was almost completed. The back server ended up taking our orders.
I ordered the vegetable roti. It was okay. The roti shell was crumbly and farinaceous, leaving my palate a bit mealymouthed. On the upside, my friend's shepherd's pie looked delicious -- especially the lush covering of cheese.
All in all, we ordered two dishes, a coffee, a hot tea, and one beer for a total of about $40 before tip. Would I come here again? Sure... if I was with a group of people that wanted to go. On my own? I'd probably pass.
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