There’s a new cafe in town, and its name is Oz. I was pretty underwhelmed when I first walked in. I don’t like restaurants where you floors remain wet and sloppy and are so cramped that there’s no place to stash your coat other than the free weekly rack, and you know that you’ll find at best just a glove, but most likely all of your winter gear in a puddle at the end of the night.
But it was Ricky’s birthday, and we couldn’t NOT go, so we braved the bland atmosphere, the ridiculous prices, and the minuscule portions. (when I ordered, my waiter blurted out: “Is that all?” – that’s when I knew I was in for the smallest meal of my life).
May or may not be the birthday boyLuckily for me, the main ingredient was goat cheese, so I wouldn’t have wanted any more. It was really REALLY good. I love goat cheese, and I love portabello, so when you give me a portabello and goat cheese salad as a menu choice, it’s pretty much a no brainer.
Lovely Salad of root veggies, portabello, and acres and acres of warm goat cheese
Angelo had the seared tuna, and it was pretty meh. And very small… silly little tuna!