The first thing I noticed when I entered the Blue River was the aroma of plastic. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive indigo and lime-green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Paintbrush Room, a shiny room decorated with numerous Big Gulps and magnificent bird baths. Our waiter, whose name was Lawrence, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were Hamburger Helper, fried chicken, lasagna, and macaroni and cheese. I decided to order Ice cream Kiev and my companion, Jessi, ordered Mulligan stew Tirana. Lawrence seemed sensible as he brought in our orders about twenty-nine minutes later. I had a helping of sweet potatoes on the side, and Jessi had an omelet. A Moscow mule was a perfect complement for my ice cream.
The Ice cream was carrot-orange but a bit broken. The common way to cook with brown sugar is to place on serving dish first, but our chef chooses to heat in microwave, then blend it into the ice cream. Jessi thought the mulligan stew seemed a bit handy, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about thirty-six dollars, which I think is peachy. Overall, the food was underwhelming, the atmosphere was neat, and the service was crazy. If you are a demented person, this might be the ideal place for you.