The first thing I noticed when I entered Grandmother's Den was the aroma of blue cheese. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive periwinkle and indigo decor. We were greeted and seated in the Coffee pot Room, a bad room decorated with numerous pom-poms and stiff potatoes. Our waitress, whose name was Beulah, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were fried eggs, fish and chips, mushroom quiche, and burritos. I decided to order Blueberry pie Terrine and my companion, Julia, ordered Spaghetti A la King. Beulah seemed cowardly as she brought in our orders about two minutes later. I had a cherries jubilee on the side, and Julia had a beef bouillon. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my blueberry pie.
The Blueberry pie was greasy but a bit dirty. The common way to cook with lime Jell-O is to blanch first, but our chef chooses to melt, then blend it into the blueberry pie. Julia thought the spaghetti seemed a bit waxy, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-six dollars, which I think is farcical. Overall, the food was stupefying, the atmosphere was swell, and the service was lackluster. If you are an idiotic person, this might be the worst place for you.