The Caesar-ish salad is the corpus diplomat: it lives in two categories at once, Salads by birth and Appetizers by invitation, and its whole job is to make sure the site handles divided loyalties gracefully. Its kicker should say Salads. It should wave from both chips in the catalogue. It should cause no arguments.
Ish is doing a lot of work here
There is no anchovy in this dressing and the croutons are, by the recipe’s own admission, pretend. A real Caesar is a specific and wonderful thing; this is a salad in its orbit — romaine, a garlicky creamy dressing, parmesan in shards, crunch on top. The -ish is not an apology. It is a label doing its job.

If this salad ever graduates from test duty, it will get real croutons — torn sourdough, olive oil, a hot oven, too much garlic. Until then, it stands at its post, in two categories at once, holding the wiring together.