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This restaurant is less than a block from the Hotel St. Francis, where we stayed. We never passed by when there was not a line to get a table, and sometimes even a crowd spilling outside. We got the impression that the popularity has gone to Café Pasqual’s head. We ate here for lunch on a Friday and sat at the community table in the center of the dining room to avoid a wait. The service seemed disorganized if not indifferent. Although we were seated first, two other couples had their drink and meal orders taken before our drink order was taken, just because they seemed to be the easiest for the server to reach. The cramped dining room contains as many tables as physically possible and we suffered the effects. Servers and fellow diners constantly jostled the backs of our chairs as they tried to squeeze through and I had to sit straddling a large table leg. It was nearly impossible to extricate myself from the table.
Down-home as Café Pascual’s cuisine may be, cheap it is not. I struggled to find a glass of wine on the list for under $10, and lunch for two, with one glass of wine, totaled $34. Also, Café Pascual’s does not serve sodas. My husband attempted to get a Coke, but was offered green tea as the most similar alternative. Back to the food: my meal was a messy feast of a free-range chicken breast sandwich on grilled cornbread with sautéed onions and searing jalapeno rounds, with a heap of crispy garlic fries. My husband ordered a breakfast dish (available all day) of scrambled eggs with breakfast potatoes and bacon. He seemed satisfied with the food, but was so distracted by the jostling and painfully high prices that he had trouble relaxing during the meal. To enjoy this restaurant, you need to be prepared to wait for a table, wait for service, and pay the good old Santa Fe premium.