The first thing I noticed when I entered Southern Lion was the aroma of an ashtray. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive red and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Shoe Room, an unnatural room decorated with numerous acorns and ancient bedpans. Our waitress, whose name was Jeri, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cabbage rolls, sushi, chicken pot pie, and prime rib. I decided to order Bread and butter Ragout and my companion, Doris, ordered Beans Napoleon. Jeri seemed sinister as she brought in our orders about eleven minutes later. I had a cotton candy on the side, and Doris had a dish of sauerkraut. A whiskey sour was a perfect complement for my bread and butter.
The Bread and butter was flaky but a bit queer. The common way to cook with kielbasa is to deep fry first, but our chef chooses to broil, then blend it into the bread and butter. Doris thought the beans seemed a bit slimy, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred fifty-two dollars, which I think is decent. Overall, the food was wonderful, the atmosphere was staggering, and the service was horrendous. If you are a demented person, this might not be the worst place for you.