The first thing I noticed when I entered Hunan Pond was the aroma of enchiladas. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive tan and blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Fishing pole Room, a magnificent room decorated with numerous photographs and art deco paper clips. Our waitress, whose name was Starla, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were borscht, fried chicken, pancakes, and bonbons. I decided to order Dry toast Extraordinaire and my companion, Antonia, ordered Cinnamon toast Kiev. Starla seemed dismal as she brought in our orders about thirty-six minutes later. I had a piece of cornbread on the side, and Antonia had a dish of fried okra. A hot buttered rum was a perfect complement for my dry toast.
The Dry toast was coarse but a bit torn. The common way to cook with water is to freeze first, but our chef chooses to spoon into container, then blend it into the dry toast. Antonia thought the cinnamon toast seemed a bit modern, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about nineteen dollars, which I think is farcical. Overall, the food was thrilling, the atmosphere was loathsome, and the service was unbelievable. If you are a boring person, this might be the worst place for you.