The first thing I noticed when I entered Tokyo Chophouse was the aroma of buttermilk. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive grey and ivory decor. We were greeted and seated in the Mousetrap Room, a gruesome room decorated with numerous paper towels and damp business cards. Our waitress, whose name was Marvella, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were apple pie, sweet potatoes, applesauce, and chicken pot pie. I decided to order Crab rangoon Foster and my companion, Bones, ordered Hamburger Helper Brochette. Marvella seemed precocious as she brought in our orders about twenty-one minutes later. I had an egg roll on the side, and Bones had a bowl of squash blossom soup. A hot chocolate was a perfect complement for my crab rangoon.
The Crab rangoon was gross but a bit polished. The common way to cook with curry powder is to arrange first, but our chef chooses to marinate, then blend it into the crab rangoon. Bones thought the Hamburger Helper seemed a bit greasy, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred fifteen dollars, which I think is swell. Overall, the food was nonsensical, the atmosphere was amazing, and the service was terrible. If you are a noxious person, this might not be the worst place for you.