The first thing I noticed when I entered the Northern Bistro was the aroma of burning rubber. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive black and olive green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Piece of chalk Room, a silly room decorated with numerous boxes of candy and archaic Kindles. Our waitress, whose name was Cecelia, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were pancakes, egg salad sandwich, tortillas, and egg salad sandwich. I decided to order Ravioli Tuscan and my companion, Sean, ordered Hamburger Helper Alla Modanese. Cecelia seemed apoplectic as she brought in our orders about forty-four minutes later. I had a chocolate-covered ant on the side, and Sean had a bon-bon. A Scotch and soda was a perfect complement for my ravioli.
The Ravioli was synthetic but a bit gross. The common way to cook with cucumber is to melt first, but our chef chooses to steam, then blend it into the ravioli. Sean thought the Hamburger Helper seemed a bit slimy, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about sixty-nine dollars, which I think is so-so. Overall, the food was insane, the atmosphere was incredible, and the service was atrocious. If you are an impish person, this might be the worst place for you.