I had walked past Canz many a time, mostly to visit Queens Comfort
right next door. On game days, the place gets pretty full, and the majority of
customers lean towards the male, athletic types. Or the types that like to get
a side of eye candy with their burger. Although I was hesitant to give this
place a shot, my curiosity was peaked after seeing what looked like an outdoor
area in the back stacked with wine barrels.
The outdoor area turned out to be a faux outdoor area, with
a transparent skyroof that can be reeled down for a more open air style. The décor
does not stray far from the mandatory sports bar scene, with lots of TVs
everywhere you look, wooden tables, a large bar with stools, and the faux
outdoor area decorated with empty wine barrels, hubcaps, and license plates
from different states strewn on the wall. Unfortunately Canz gets their cable
through satellite, which caused bouts of blackout due to the rain on my visit.
The music was loud, and features Top 40 pop hits.
wine barrels |
interior |
hubcap + license plate wall |
The food at Canz features Burgerz, Sandwichez, Wrapz,
Appetizerz, and more of your average bar food. And yes, every single word
ending in an S (and then some) is replaced with a Z in the menu, which got
under my skin more than anything in the restaurant. I can’t really take your
food seriously when I’m presented with “Canz-a-Citi Quezadillaz”, “Grilled
Chicken Ceazar Wrap” and “Choice of Mozzarella, Cheddar, Jack, Swiss, or
American Cheezez.” Reading the menu is agitating for anyone who uses basic
grammar and spelling, and leaves me to wonder who was tasked in writing the
menu.
Our waitress was nice, albeit a bit awkward. She was trying
to be playful, but did not get much attention or interaction from us. Canz
starts each table off with a bowl of popcorn. The popcorn wasn’t fresh, and
tasted like the premade bags you buy at the grocer. My friends and I ordered
the Chicken Club sandwich with tater tots, the Buffalo Chicken sandwich with
fries, and the Buffalo Chicken sandwich (turned into a wrap) with a side salad.
Ordering the Buffalo Chicken wrap took about six minutes too long. I told the
waitress I wanted the Buffalo Chicken sandwich in a wrap, and seeing as they
had a whole wrap section, I did not see what would be so difficult about this. Substitute
the brioche roll for a wrap, you’re golden. Our waitress, however, did not
understand that this could be done, because the buffalo chicken was one whole
piece of chicken. She then asked if I wanted ranch on it like the Chicken
Ceazar wrap, which led to more confusion. After another explanation of what I
wanted registered, we were good to go. And I was very curious as to what I was
actually going to get.
Difficulties aside, I did end up getting (mostly) what I
ordered (no celery), with the Buffalo Chicken cleverly cut up into small pieces
to fit into the wrap. The wrap was a good, standard Buffalo Chicken wrap. My
side salad consisted of mesclun greens with chopped onions, carrots, and
tomatoes overflowing on top, making it a bit hard to eat and add dressing to.
Buffalo Chicken wrap + side salad |
The Buffalo Chicken sandwich was a solid sandwich, and the
fries were crispy and light, perfect by my standardz.
Buffalo Chicken sandwich + fries |
The Chicken Club sandwich consisted of a fried chicken
cutlet topped with pepper jack cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and bacon ranch
dressing on a toasted brioche bun. Again, this was good, nothing amazing, but
also a fulfilling choice. The tater tots were also crispy and light, and fried
perfectly.
Chicken Club sandwich + tater tots |
All in the all, the food was okay, typical of what one would
expect at a sports bar. A lot of the allure to these types of places is not so
much the food, but the atmosphere -- being able to catch all your sports games,
while enjoying your favorite beer and some food, in a loud, boisterous environment
with your friends. And for some, the icing on the cake (and to others, the
actual cake) is having that special Canz-a-Citi girl serving you.
Coolz! While I tend to stay away from sports bars for all of the reasons listed above, especially the irritatingly cute misspelled words and tweens in tight shorts, it's 3:24 and just looking at those tater totz is totally making my mouth waterz. DAMN YOU!
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