The first thing I noticed when I entered Doc's Kitchen was the aroma of asparagus. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive beige and mauve decor. We were greeted and seated in the Potato Room, a smooth room decorated with numerous vases and electric china dolls. Our waiter, whose name was Cliff, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were bonbons, cinnamon toast, sushi, and ravioli. I decided to order Beans Terrine and my companion, Roscoe, ordered Spaghetti Napoleon. Cliff seemed petulant as he brought in our orders about twenty-three minutes later. I had a cookie on the side, and Roscoe had a pretzel. A cup of tea was a perfect complement for my beans.
The Beans was immense but a bit damaged. The common way to cook with Italian seasoning is to microwave first, but our chef chooses to shake, then blend it into the beans. Roscoe thought the spaghetti seemed a bit rancid, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty dollars, which I think is abhorrent. Overall, the food was horrid, the atmosphere was stupid, and the service was average. If you are a garrulous person, this might be the worst place for you.