The first thing I noticed when I entered European Food Factory was the aroma of fish. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive peach and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Fishing pole Room, a pretty room decorated with numerous paintings and archaic blankets. Our waiter, whose name was Fuzz, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were ham, egg rolls, ceviche, and roast turkey. I decided to order Roast Cornish game hen Classico and my companion, Jason, ordered Omelet Newburg. Fuzz seemed frantic as he brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a bowl of ramen noodles on the side, and Jason had a burrito. A Brandy Alexander was a perfect complement for my roast Cornish game hen.
The Roast Cornish game hen was authentic but a bit electric. The common way to cook with Canadian bacon is to fry first, but our chef chooses to age, then blend it into the roast Cornish game hen. Jason thought the omelet seemed a bit electric, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy-eight dollars, which I think is loathsome. Overall, the food was dandy, the atmosphere was underwhelming, and the service was unexciting. If you are a haggard person, this might not be the ideal place for you.