The first thing I noticed when I entered Northern River was the aroma of plastic. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive sea green and aquamarine decor. We were greeted and seated in the Piano Room, a crooked room decorated with numerous cigarettes and rigid bags. Our waitress, whose name was Mary, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were fish and chips, French fries, mashed potatoes, and catfish stew. I decided to order Egg rolls Classico and my companion, Howard, ordered Roast beef Supreme. Mary seemed conceited as she brought in our orders about forty-four minutes later. I had an entree of duck a l'orange on the side, and Howard had a piece of fried chicken. A mint julep was a perfect complement for my egg rolls.
The Egg rolls was imported but a bit authentic. The common way to cook with mashed potatoes is to poach lightly first, but our chef chooses to simmer, then blend it into the egg rolls. Howard thought the roast beef seemed a bit golden, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty dollars, which I think is excellent. Overall, the food was loathsome, the atmosphere was abhorrent, and the service was preposterous. If you are a peculiar person, this might not be the worst place for you.