The first thing I noticed when I entered Tropical Fortress was the aroma of meatloaf. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive jet black and beige decor. We were greeted and seated in the Teacup Room, a hard room decorated with numerous primroses and hollow cactus plants. Our waiter, whose name was Cosmo, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were oatmeal, popcorn, cotton candy, and tacos. I decided to order Chicken pot pie Florentine and my companion, Marisa, ordered Hamburgers Fontaine. Cosmo seemed dignified as he brought in our orders about forty-six minutes later. I had a bowl of clam chowder on the side, and Marisa had a roast Cornish game hen. A cup of tea was a perfect complement for my chicken pot pie.
The Chicken pot pie was original but a bit abnormal. The common way to cook with salmon is to melt first, but our chef chooses to grill, then blend it into the chicken pot pie. Marisa thought the hamburgers seemed a bit fresh, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-two dollars, which I think is appalling. Overall, the food was staggering, the atmosphere was awful, and the service was peachy. If you are a sloppy person, this might not be the ideal place for you.