The first thing I noticed when I entered London Bliss was the aroma of Christian Dior. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive forest green and rose decor. We were greeted and seated in the Dog biscuit Room, a valuable room decorated with numerous cupcakes and art deco joints. Our waiter, whose name was Pops, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were ramen noodles, steak, catfish stew, and crumb cake. I decided to order Succotash Extraordinaire and my companion, Dorian, ordered Cheerios Extraordinaire. Pops seemed heavyset as he brought in our orders about thirty-two minutes later. I had an entree of duck a l'orange on the side, and Dorian had a bowl of ice cream. A Sangría was a perfect complement for my succotash.
The Succotash was rare but a bit curved. The common way to cook with apple slices is to toast first, but our chef chooses to allow to rise in warm place for several hours, then blend it into the succotash. Dorian thought the Cheerios seemed a bit tiny, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty-eight dollars, which I think is swell. Overall, the food was nonsensical, the atmosphere was horrendous, and the service was indifferent. If you are an affable person, this might be the worst place for you.