The first thing I noticed when I entered Fireside Panda was the aroma of a baby's diaper. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive periwinkle and purple decor. We were greeted and seated in the Tube of glue Room, an important room decorated with numerous charts and rough biscuits. Our waitress, whose name was Gina, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were French fries, spaghetti, ramen noodles, and Hamburger Helper. I decided to order Pot roast Lorraine and my companion, Henry, ordered Enchiladas Brûlée. Gina seemed spunky as she brought in our orders about twenty-five minutes later. I had an enchilada on the side, and Henry had a steak. A V8 was a perfect complement for my pot roast.
The Pot roast was ordinary but a bit stiff. The common way to cook with vegetable broth is to press first, but our chef chooses to melt, then blend it into the pot roast. Henry thought the enchiladas seemed a bit queer, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred thirty-seven dollars, which I think is satisfying. Overall, the food was horrendous, the atmosphere was awful, and the service was decent. If you are a fierce person, this might be the ideal place for you.