Restaurant of the Week: Casablanca
This week's restaurant is Casablanca, the Mediterranean place, named for my favorite movie, that opened in the Claremont Packing House last summer. There seems to be a split opinion out there in the blogosphere at the M-M-M-My Pomona site, with comments varying wildly -- even between the couple who moderates the blog.
Well, I liked my meal there. There's an inviting atmosphere and a decor with a lot of dark wood, balanced by copious windows. The service was attentive. A friend and I shared a hummus appetizer that was superior. I had the chicken kabob and was pleased with it. My friend got the lamb shanks and if anything it was better than the kabob, very tender. Why, I could have led a sing-along of "La Marseillaise" but restrained myself.
This post is based on one visit, so your mileage may vary, as others' has. The place was worth my dough. The owner himself came out to ask how things were as we left. A liquor license is pending, he said happily, but in the meantime, they do serve wine.
No matter to me. I came to Casablanca for the waters.



Do you really know all the words to "La Marseillaise"? If so, I doff my hat to you, sir.
[No, but I can hum along when Paul Henreid sings it. That scene always chokes me up, btw. -- DA]