![]() A few sips of wine here, a few bites of sushi and ceviche there, and suddenly we were reminded why Fort Lauderdale can still be called “the Venice of America.” Lately, with construction cranes, construction dust and high-season gridlock choking our streets, I was mostly cursing downtown Fort Lauderdale as paradise hopelessly lost (and about to get run over by a drunken Spring Breaker on a scooter).Ī night at Casa Sensei, where mellowness abounds, is just the tonic needed to restore faith in Broward’s centerpiece city. We were a few sunken steps from the bustle of Las Olas Boulevard, yet we felt a world removed from all our troubles. Was it a canal? A tributary? A mirage? Who cares. Best of all was the setting of this grown-up, juvenile fun: an outdoor table overlooking a watery offshoot of the New River. ![]() I loved the rice ($19), its unusual dairy blanket of torched American cheese melding with nubs of Korean barbecued beef and shards of spicy kimchi into an unlikely winning flavor and texture combination. It is a testament to the what-is-this-weirdness? wonderment of Casa Sensei that somehow it all works. Nor is it common for me to be confronted with a heaping bowl of beef fried rice covered with two slices of melted white cheese. It is not often that I start an upscale meal with an amuse-bouche of popcorn bathed in spicy butter or end it with a billowy pillow of complimentary sky-blue cotton candy.
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