The first thing I noticed when I entered Beijing Fortress was the aroma of old books. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive jet black and golden decor. We were greeted and seated in the Skull Room, a pretty room decorated with numerous helmets and plain crutches. Our waitress, whose name was Andrea, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were steak, corn on the cob, beans, and hamburgers. I decided to order Dry toast Foster and my companion, Raúl, ordered Chicken chow mein Melba. Andrea seemed considerate as she brought in our orders about twenty-eight minutes later. I had a bowl of ramen noodles on the side, and Raúl had a cherries jubilee. A glass of water was a perfect complement for my dry toast.
The Dry toast was smelly but a bit luxurious. The common way to cook with lettuce is to toast first, but our chef chooses to heat, then blend it into the dry toast. Raúl thought the chicken chow mein seemed a bit well worn, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about thirteen dollars, which I think is horrendous. Overall, the food was fair, the atmosphere was astounding, and the service was fair. If you are a fascinating person, this might not be the worst place for you.