The first thing I noticed when I entered the Neighborhood Steakhouse was the aroma of Givenchy. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive carrot-orange and periwinkle decor. We were greeted and seated in the Can of soup Room, a small room decorated with numerous campaign signs and grubby Helmholz resonators. Our waitress, whose name was Constance, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were egg salad sandwich, chocolate-covered ants, pie a la mode, and prune pudding. I decided to order Cinnamon toast Le grande and my companion, Bradley, ordered Applesauce Almondine. Constance seemed haughty as she brought in our orders about twenty minutes later. I had a lime sherbet on the side, and Bradley had a plate of chopped liver. A glass of fruit punch was a perfect complement for my cinnamon toast.
The Cinnamon toast was puzzling but a bit magnificent. The common way to cook with ham is to roast first, but our chef chooses to bake at 450 degrees F, then blend it into the cinnamon toast. Bradley thought the applesauce seemed a bit frilly, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about eighty dollars, which I think is stupendous. Overall, the food was insane, the atmosphere was superb, and the service was idiotic. If you are a sweet person, this might not be the ideal place for you.