I know I should have known better. Let's just get that right out in the open. But, my husband and I were gifted with a night out alone (sans child) and wanted a good eat with full bar and not far from Castro Valley. So, we opted for a restaurant neither of us had ever been to, but just over the hill in Pleasanton (off Hopyard exit on 580 E). Faz seemed to fit the bill.
When we pulled into the Sheraton parking lot, Steph stated categorically that a restaurant that serviced a chain hotel was not a good sign, and that we should just pop over to Taqueria Balazo across the street (excellent grilled chicken and lots of varied salsas, BTW + full bar)and call it good.
I was bound and determined so we ate at Faz. First off, let me say that the service was timely and very courteous. Also, the rosemary bread and the flat bread were warm and fresh from the oven.
However... We both ordered exxxtra dry bombay sapphire (the magical blue elixir) martinis. I ordered mine dirty; Steph did not. They both were dirty. And, the vermouth was so potent that the flavor of the B.S. was all but lost (which is a major crime in my book) The waiter brought Steph a replacement, but the vermouth issue remained.
For dinner I orderd the greek salad and a sausage pizza--extra thin crust and extra crispy. The salad was good--fresh romaine lettuce bites, kalamata olives, roma tomatoes, red and green peppwrs, cucs, and feta cheese. The dressing was bright and flavorful.
The pizza was horrible. I really demand a good crust and this was not it. First, the pie was barely warm and the crust was malleable. I mean it bent. A few pieces of sausage blessed the top and not much else. Oh, I almost forgot the cheese. You know those musty, hard slivers you can get at Costco sometimes? That's what Faz dumped over the sausage on the pizza.
Steph, a quick learner, only ordered the special soup of the day, clam chowder, and the prawn cocktail. The clam chowder, like the pizza to come, was lukewarm. We did encounter a few bits of clams, but the soup was swimming in potatoes.
The prawn cocktail, blessedly, was ok. The prawns appeared fresh and Steph said the sauce was "run of the mill."
The restaurant was near empty (except for some poor unsuspecting travelers) and, now, I know why.