Edgewood Café

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  March 5, 2010

There are four house-made desserts, all $5.95. Despite there being mud pie, hot fudge brownie sundae, and hot apple crisp, the glowing expression on the face of our waitress when we asked about her favorite made the bananas Mondale the only possible choice. Named after its creator, it consists of bananas sautéed with brown sugar and dark rum, served next to vanilla ice cream in a cinnamon tortilla basket. Enough said?

We had considered getting another item to go — either the Osvaldo's grilled eggplant panini ($7.95) or the pesto chicken pizza ($9.95) with crushed tomato and mozzarella — but I glanced at our accumulating take-home containers and decided that we could take those accomplishments on trust. Despite not having endless menu choices, you're still in danger of over-ordering at the Edgewood Café.

Bill Rodriguez can be reached at bill@billrod.com.

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