The first thing I noticed when I entered the Northern Bell was the aroma of potpourri. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive violet and golden decor. We were greeted and seated in the Corncob Room, a bland room decorated with numerous spittoons and musty thumb drives. Our waiter, whose name was Blake, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were lamb curry, ravioli, beans, and pumpkin pie. I decided to order Pecan pie Milanese and my companion, Loretta, ordered Fondue Pavlova. Blake seemed lazy as he brought in our orders about fifteen minutes later. I had a bag of popcorn on the side, and Loretta had a bowl of borscht. A fruit smoothie was a perfect complement for my pecan pie.
The Pecan pie was spongy but a bit curved. The common way to cook with paprika is to braise first, but our chef chooses to freeze, then blend it into the pecan pie. Loretta thought the fondue seemed a bit weird, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred five dollars, which I think is fabulous. Overall, the food was miraculous, the atmosphere was stupid, and the service was underwhelming. If you are a boring person, this might not be the ideal place for you.