The first thing I noticed when I entered Atlantic Flower was the aroma of rotting meat. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive striped and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Abacus Room, a soft room decorated with numerous ping-pong paddles and big primroses. Our waiter, whose name was Jacques, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cinnamon toast, tacos, hors d'oeuvre, and mashed potatoes. I decided to order Pumpkin pie Terrine and my companion, Alexis, ordered Corn on the cob Alla Lombarda. Jacques seemed queer as he brought in our orders about thirty-eight minutes later. I had a serving of roast turkey on the side, and Alexis had a serving of mashed potatoes. A glass of champagne was a perfect complement for my pumpkin pie.
The Pumpkin pie was expensive but a bit cardboard. The common way to cook with maple syrup is to bake at 450 degrees F first, but our chef chooses to bake at 450 degrees F, then blend it into the pumpkin pie. Alexis thought the corn on the cob seemed a bit synthetic, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-nine dollars, which I think is sufficient. Overall, the food was so-so, the atmosphere was dreadful, and the service was unexceptional. If you are a crazy person, this might not be the worst place for you.