The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hungry King was the aroma of mint. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive grey and terra cotta decor. We were greeted and seated in the Toy Room, a bland room decorated with numerous fossils and dusty crutches. Our waiter, whose name was Reginald, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were sauerkraut, borscht, chicken chow mein, and succotash. I decided to order Blueberry pie Extravaganza and my companion, Mackenzie, ordered Omelet Rustica. Reginald seemed gregarious as he brought in our orders about twenty-eight minutes later. I had a plate of chicken chow mein on the side, and Mackenzie had an egg roll. A glass of milk was a perfect complement for my blueberry pie.
The Blueberry pie was cheap but a bit wet. The common way to cook with frozen spinach is to grill first, but our chef chooses to steam, then blend it into the blueberry pie. Mackenzie thought the omelet seemed a bit damp, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-three dollars, which I think is farcical. Overall, the food was amazing, the atmosphere was abominable, and the service was shocking. If you are a miniscule person, this might be the ideal place for you.