The first thing I noticed when I entered the Purple Oven was the aroma of turpentine. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and magenta decor. We were greeted and seated in the Water bottle Room, a sophisticated room decorated with numerous houseplants and flaky hip flasks. Our waiter, whose name was Johnny, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cinnamon toast, macaroni and cheese, apple pie, and refried beans. I decided to order Tacos Antoine and my companion, Laura, ordered Froot Loops Bolognese. Johnny seemed demented as he brought in our orders about twenty-eight minutes later. I had a serving of mashed potatoes on the side, and Laura had a bowl of beans. A Tom and Jerry was a perfect complement for my tacos.
The Tacos was bent but a bit dusty. The common way to cook with canned milk is to smoke first, but our chef chooses to fry, then blend it into the tacos. Laura thought the Froot Loops seemed a bit gooey, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-one dollars, which I think is unexciting. Overall, the food was absurd, the atmosphere was pathetic, and the service was appalling. If you are a gallant person, this might be the worst place for you.