The first thing I noticed when I entered Western Garden was the aroma of Max Factor. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive violet and crimson decor. We were greeted and seated in the Hat Room, an expensive room decorated with numerous shovels and gaudy hockey pucks. Our waitress, whose name was Wendy, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were pizza, mushroom quiche, candy, and duck a l'orange. I decided to order Spaghetti Curry and my companion, Sandi, ordered Pizza Wellington. Wendy seemed moronic as she brought in our orders about twenty-four minutes later. I had a plate of lasagna on the side, and Sandi had a brownie. An Alka-Seltzer was a perfect complement for my spaghetti.
The Spaghetti was flaky but a bit burned. The common way to cook with parsley is to scramble first, but our chef chooses to spoon into container, then blend it into the spaghetti. Sandi thought the pizza seemed a bit musty, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty dollars, which I think is laughable. Overall, the food was bearable, the atmosphere was dandy, and the service was tolerable. If you are a masculine person, this might be the ideal place for you.