The first thing I noticed when I entered the New Island was the aroma of orange blossoms. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive aqua and emerald green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Lollipop Room, a filthy room decorated with numerous pepper grinders and hand-made pails. Our waiter, whose name was Waldo, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were prune pudding, fried okra, pretzels, and mashed potatoes. I decided to order Tortillas à la Russe and my companion, Cyrus, ordered Tofu A la creme. Waldo seemed cruel as he brought in our orders about thirty-three minutes later. I had a piece of corn bread on the side, and Cyrus had a strawberry shortcake. A hot buttered rum was a perfect complement for my tortillas.
The Tortillas was nice but a bit large. The common way to cook with grated Romano cheese is to place on serving dish first, but our chef chooses to allow to rise in warm place for several hours, then blend it into the tortillas. Cyrus thought the tofu seemed a bit valuable, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-seven dollars, which I think is bodacious. Overall, the food was unmemorable, the atmosphere was amazing, and the service was terrible. If you are a weird person, this might not be the ideal place for you.