Disclaimer: Catch 122 offered us complimentary entrees as part of our dinner in request for honest reviews. We paid for drinks, appetizers, and dessert.
I had the roasted beet salad with goat cheese as my appetizer. It was huge and pretty much a meal on its own. It definitely goes in my “like” column. They offer it for lunch too, according to their menu, and I think I’d be satisfied with having it on its own for lunch. I think I struck lucky with this, as one of my companions reported her beef carpaccio as underseasoned, and another had an average opinion of his bruschetta.
Sidenote: I should point out the efficiency of our servers. I needed an extra fork, there was nobody near, so I mimed it across the room. The server understood at once. RULE.
For my entree, I had the duck confit a l’orange. The duck was tender and the steak frites well-seasoned. You have no idea how important well-seasoned fries are to me — undersalt and I judge. Oh, I judge. I once ordered a side of fries to go with a meal that came with fries. Yes, I was one of those. I’m trying hard to stop.
The greens that came with this was negligible, I felt. Maybe I’m just casting the shadow of the beet salad over it. In terms of my companions’ satisfaction with their dishes, one enjoyed her halibut, but the other received hers (the same halibut dish) dry the first time, raw the second, and third time was the charm. Oof. I should point out the owner and servers were very apologetic and attentive about it.
We were pretty stuffed so we shared the almond pear tart for dessert. It was all right — we weren’t too crazy about it. I appreciate that it was not too sweet or goopy, like some tarts can be (hold the jokes now), but I don’t think it had enough flavour to make it stand out.
I think points go to Catch 122 for its friendly service — considering the size of our party, they didn’t look frazzled the whole night (the fish situation, natch, was a bit of a hiccup, but they did their best to rectify it). Bonus points also for being the fastest place ever in getting me my tea. You laugh and think this a minute detail, but I have been to places that took at least forty minutes to serve the tea-drinkers at the table, while the coffee-drinkers received full attention. I need my tea, people.
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