cesar: a place for young, urban soon to be snobs. yusnies, if you will.

Location: 1515 Shattuck Ave., Berkeley, CA

Let me preface this post by saying that Connie is a hypocrite. Complaining that I don't update enough? Really?

Now, you might note that I chose not to capitalize the title of this post. Or not. Whatever, it's your life. This is because the restaurant did not capitalize it in order to communicate the general whimsicalness of this place. God knows that if you disregard rules of capitalization and punctuation, you are not only fun and playful, but also disestablishmentarian.

After a delightful day spent exploring Berkeley's campus. Here is an extremely representative photo of the day.

This is a spot that does not belong to any nation at all. Perfect site for the perfect crime.

Anyway, we watched the sunset, decided to do dinner and a movie. (I think my sister was trying to seduce Amanda. She has mad game) And so, we went to the Gourmet Ghetto (oxymoron, what up?), and stopped at cesar. cesar is a tapas place, and, honestly, the Spaniards have their act together. Not only did they conquer a shitload of countries and master the siesta (for real, what have they been up to since the 1600s?) but they have miniaturized their portions so they don't overeat (although, overeating is extremely conducive to napping. Hmmm.) but still get to taste all the flavors and textures!!!1111 Now if only the prices corresponded to the servings. An upper middle class girl can dream...

This place had dim lighting, stone floors, wood tables, people cool enough to eat dinner by themselves, others sitting at the bar definitely having cosmopolitan conversations. If you walked in, you would recognize the type immediately. Our waitress looked like a happier Maggie Gyllenhaal. We had a spicy tuna and egg (sounds dubious but trust) on baguette drenched in olive oil, manchego and some mysterious "greens" sandwich, likewise dipped in olive oil, and some yellowtail on aforementioned "greens." Everything came out really fast, and was correspondingly gone too fast, so needless to say we had to get dessert. Bread pudding FTW.

Conclusion: attend, even if it is a kinda sorta cliche.