The first thing I noticed when I entered the Roman Orchid was the aroma of formaldehyde. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive brown and khaki decor. We were greeted and seated in the Pickle Room, a valuable room decorated with numerous blank checks and synthetic coffee pots. Our waiter, whose name was Scotty, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were falafel, cherries jubilee, succotash, and tortillas. I decided to order Macaroni Florentine and my companion, Clive, ordered Ceviche à la Russe. Scotty seemed selfish as he brought in our orders about twenty-six minutes later. I had a piece of bread and butter on the side, and Clive had a piece of corn bread. A cappuccino was a perfect complement for my macaroni.
The Macaroni was gruesome but a bit crusty. The common way to cook with shallots is to marinate first, but our chef chooses to microwave, then blend it into the macaroni. Clive thought the ceviche seemed a bit original, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eighty-four dollars, which I think is flabbergasting. Overall, the food was passable, the atmosphere was forgettable, and the service was terrible. If you are a stinky person, this might be the ideal place for you.