The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hometown Chophouse was the aroma of peanuts. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive periwinkle and green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Tube of glue Room, a frightening room decorated with numerous basketballs and odd brochures. Our waitress, whose name was Brooke, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were smoked salmon, enchiladas, roast beef, and fried chicken. I decided to order Tofu Alla Canavese and my companion, Madeline, ordered Fried okra Louie. Brooke seemed sleek as she brought in our orders about twenty-one minutes later. I had a banana split on the side, and Madeline had a slice of country glazed ham. A rum and Coke was a perfect complement for my tofu.
The Tofu was autographed but a bit shiny. The common way to cook with chicken broth is to sear first, but our chef chooses to sear outside, then blend it into the tofu. Madeline thought the fried okra seemed a bit coarse, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about thirty-three dollars, which I think is stupefying. Overall, the food was unforgettable, the atmosphere was indifferent, and the service was atrocious. If you are a cowardly person, this might not be the ideal place for you.