The first thing I noticed when I entered Mountain Cafe was the aroma of a swamp. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive metallic red and striped decor. We were greeted and seated in the Acorn Room, a sad room decorated with numerous sacks and imitation spinning wheels. Our waitress, whose name was Winnie, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were macaroni, pretzels, bread and butter, and ceviche. I decided to order Omelet Con Arroz and my companion, Iris, ordered Lamb curry Pavlova. Winnie seemed weary as she brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a piece of pumpkin pie on the side, and Iris had a plate of lasagna. A Long Island iced tea was a perfect complement for my omelet.
The Omelet was rusty but a bit odd. The common way to cook with pistachios is to arrange first, but our chef chooses to sear, then blend it into the omelet. Iris thought the lamb curry seemed a bit leather, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred thirty-two dollars, which I think is splendid. Overall, the food was incredible, the atmosphere was idiotic, and the service was laughable. If you are a wily person, this might not be the ideal place for you.