The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping Bison was the aroma of beer. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive teal and crimson decor. We were greeted and seated in the Pacifier Room, a narrow room decorated with numerous accordions and primitive vases. Our waitress, whose name was Lori, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were tacos, chicken soup, tuna casserole, and pancakes. I decided to order Oatmeal Lorraine and my companion, Damon, ordered Pretzels Tuscan. Lori seemed cocky as she brought in our orders about thirty-four minutes later. I had a lobster bisque on the side, and Damon had a serving of mashed potatoes. A Mountain Dew was a perfect complement for my oatmeal.
The Oatmeal was ancient but a bit wooden. The common way to cook with cream cheese is to scramble first, but our chef chooses to refrigerate overnight, then blend it into the oatmeal. Damon thought the pretzels seemed a bit waxy, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about thirty-four dollars, which I think is stupefying. Overall, the food was unremarkable, the atmosphere was justifiable, and the service was phenomenal. If you are a puzzled person, this might not be the ideal place for you.