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My first mistake was
listening to the suggestion on Pazo's website that I wear a jacket
to this joint. I wear jackets only to weddings, funerals and Cafe
des Artistes. Add to that the fact that we made reservations on
the coldest damn night to hit Manhattan since I was in short pants,
and we had every reason to just turn around and go home. Luckily for
us, cooler heads prevailed (my lady talked me down from a near hissy
fit) and we decided to brave the cold and the formality, despite the
fact I almost lost my shit again when I saw my first patron in jeans
(but that's a tale for another time). The restaurant itself is reasonably
small, but tastefully decorated in a cool, modern Moroccan style.
The help is attractive and very pleasant, as our waiter joked with
us throughout the night and even made the Executive Chef, Patricia
Yeo, laugh her ass off with an unintentional pratfall at the end of
the night (he actually tripped over a chair and almost dragged a table
down on top of himself). As far as I'm concerned, the word "fusion"
belongs to nuclear science and not cuisine, but I suppose anytime
a restaurant has no particular type of food on its menu, it is considered
fusion of one thing or another. I prefer the term "eclectic foodage."
Mix potatoes and rock shrimp--that's neat! Serve a banana shaved into
some sort of crunchy chocolate custard and you got a winner! The fish
entrees were delicious, and the wine was excellent. Could it have
been cheaper? Sure, but we went out for a nice dinner, not f'n McDonald's
you cheap bastards. [MF]
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