Tonight, I went to a lovely dinner at American Flatbread with my family. I won’t tell you which location because I don’t want you going a creepy-stalker on me.
The meal was absolutely amazing. This restaurant is so cool–everything there is organic, and grown on a farm right around the corner.
My drink was an organic chocolate milk. Woah.
We started off with a delectable appetizer. It was toasted bruschetta with some kind of like, goat cheese spread, topped with fresh olives.
Then came the salad. I had one of the best Greek salads of my life. The dressing was phenomenal–it was super flavorful, rich, deep, with subtle undertones of rosemary (I have no idea what I’m talking about).
The pizza came next; or, as they would call it here, the “flatbread.” Yes, it’s more of the kind of pizza you eat with a fork and knife, which is good because the forks there are very ergonomic.
But wait! It’s not our pizza! Wrong one! Sorry, server’s fault.
On our pizza, we had a variety of toppings, ranging from sweet red peppers to olives, all the way through gruyere cheese. Half of it had red sauce, half not, because our helpful waiter recommended that. It was rich and strong in flavor. Perhaps too strong though, because by the time I was done, I had a really strong taste in my mouth.
Next, onto desert. We had an ice cream sandwich with two homemade cookies and ice cream in the middle. My favorite out of the two, only the cookies were a bit hard, and would have been better either softer, or without the ice cream. The other dessert was apple pie, which tasted somewhat sour, although the ice cream helped that.
Not to be picky, but the ice cream was too cold.
So that’s my meal! Out of five stars, I would give it a four. Amazing service, hyper-fresh food, just a few minor setbacks.
