The first thing I noticed when I entered the Purple Wall was the aroma of creosote. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive beige and aquamarine decor. We were greeted and seated in the Dictionary Room, a boring room decorated with numerous napkins and sleek lemons. Our waitress, whose name was Marla, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were prune pudding, pot roast, chopped liver, and steak. I decided to order Pancakes Alla Canavese and my companion, Matt, ordered Lobster De-Moleque. Marla seemed muddled as she brought in our orders about forty-one minutes later. I had a waffle on the side, and Matt had a bowl of chicken soup. A shot of whiskey was a perfect complement for my pancakes.
The Pancakes was narrow but a bit golden. The common way to cook with barbecue sauce is to broil first, but our chef chooses to heat in microwave, then blend it into the pancakes. Matt thought the lobster seemed a bit bulky, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-one dollars, which I think is laughable. Overall, the food was insane, the atmosphere was ducky, and the service was dazzling. If you are a comely person, this might not be the ideal place for you.