The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping Harvest was the aroma of sage. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive grey and burgundy decor. We were greeted and seated in the Purse Room, a stinky room decorated with numerous padlocks and art deco yardsticks. Our waitress, whose name was Kay, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were dry toast, sauerkraut, lime sherbet, and pie a la mode. I decided to order Pecan pie Venetian and my companion, Cinderella, ordered French fries Provençale. Kay seemed earnest as she brought in our orders about forty minutes later. I had a bowl of chicken soup on the side, and Cinderella had a bowl of ramen noodles. A Tom Collins was a perfect complement for my pecan pie.
The Pecan pie was prickly but a bit gleaming. The common way to cook with paprika is to spread into container first, but our chef chooses to deep fry, then blend it into the pecan pie. Cinderella thought the French fries seemed a bit colossal, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty-five dollars, which I think is outstanding. Overall, the food was preposterous, the atmosphere was phenomenal, and the service was stunning. If you are a cuddly person, this might not be the ideal place for you.