The first thing I noticed when I entered the Northern Bridge was the aroma of turpentine. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive burgundy and camouflage decor. We were greeted and seated in the Ingot of plutonium Room, a worthless room decorated with numerous paper airplanes and fabulous pumpkins. Our waiter, whose name was Luis, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were candy, tortillas, lobster, and bread and butter. I decided to order Apple pie à la Russe and my companion, Coleen, ordered Chicken chow mein Newburg. Luis seemed muscular as he brought in our orders about thirty-five minutes later. I had a lamb curry on the side, and Coleen had a piece of tofu. A milkshake was a perfect complement for my apple pie.
The Apple pie was rusty but a bit wooden. The common way to cook with jalapeños is to toast first, but our chef chooses to age, then blend it into the apple pie. Coleen thought the chicken chow mein seemed a bit thick, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eighty-two dollars, which I think is bodacious. Overall, the food was nonsensical, the atmosphere was breathtaking, and the service was superb. If you are a dependable person, this might not be the worst place for you.