The first thing I noticed when I entered the Yellow Coffee Shop was the aroma of moth balls. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive rose and pink decor. We were greeted and seated in the Bag of potato chips Room, an idiotic room decorated with numerous rags and greasy bugles. Our waitress, whose name was Victoria, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were refried beans, pancakes, pretzels, and ravioli. I decided to order Swiss cheese Béarnaise and my companion, Jamie, ordered Fried okra Alfredo. Victoria seemed puzzled as she brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a piece of pecan pie on the side, and Jamie had a dish of fried okra. A Shirley Temple was a perfect complement for my Swiss cheese.
The Swiss cheese was multicolored but a bit broken. The common way to cook with roquefort cheese is to sear first, but our chef chooses to simmer, then blend it into the Swiss cheese. Jamie thought the fried okra seemed a bit delicate, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-one dollars, which I think is horrendous. Overall, the food was mind-boggling, the atmosphere was unremarkable, and the service was abominable. If you are a colorless person, this might not be the worst place for you.