Zeitgeist Arts Cafe opened on Friday. I ate there twice on Saturday. This is, obviously, overkill. If there is one thing I do well, it’s overkill.
I had no intention of reviewing the new restaurant for The Current. There are some jobs that scream for writer Jana Hollingsworth, not to mention the damage she could do to my eyeballs with a fork if I got there before she did. Plus, who barges into a restaurant on the second day, waving a camera? I just wanted a quiet lunch with a good book ("Cooking Dirty" by Jason Sheehan, in case you were wondering). I’d been reading about ZAC’s fare like it was ee-food-poetry-cummings since last spring. Honestly, I didn’t even have to look at the menu.
Since we’re here, I’ll tell you what I ate:
My first meal opened with the roasted garlic, cambozola cheese, and apple ginger chutney, which were served with mini toasts. I also had the pressed prusciutto sandwich and fig sandwich, which is served on focaccia with carmelized onions and gruyere. Also: A bit of iced tea.
I went back for dinner because this place is so cool that I wanted my boyfriend to see it, and I wanted him to see it immediately. It’s so clean, with two levels and sparkling this and that. And the exposed brick, and great staircase. Those redish chairs and the art on the walls. I about choked when he reminded me that it used to be the Red Lion. The last time I was at the Red Lion … well, nevermind. That’s a story for another time.
We started with jalapeno crab cakes which are served with a sauce that has capers in it, then I had the macaroni and cheese, which is baked with bread crumbs on the top. We shut it down with banana cream pie, which is a crumbly crust topped with banana cream, chunks of banana and a really light whipped cream. I’m guessing my full stomach won’t be accepting any more food for 72 hours.
It was a delicious day.
Now: This is why I bring this up. When I’d stopped in for lunch, I forgot my sandwich leftovers. This was disappointing, and I searched my car twice, hoping it wasn’t true. When we got to the restaurant for dinner, a server walked past me and said "We have your lunch leftovers in the refrigerator." What the wha?! Awesome. I had casually mentioned to my server, Erin, during lunch that maybe I’d come by for dinner. So she saved the left-behind meal for me. And then the other server must have recognized me from the obnoxious tuque I wore to both meals. I didn’t get her name, but she likes cameras.
So that happened, and it was so great that I had to write about it.