The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hidden Galaxy was the aroma of a steakhouse. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive indigo and azure decor. We were greeted and seated in the Bunsen burner Room, a wonderful room decorated with numerous coloring books and smooth calculators. Our waiter, whose name was Dillon, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were crab rangoon, ham, tortillas, and cornbread. I decided to order Wienerschnitzel Alla Modanese and my companion, Michele, ordered Doughnuts Exotica. Dillon seemed vacuous as he brought in our orders about forty-five minutes later. I had a plate of prime rib on the side, and Michele had a piece of dry toast. A Manhattan was a perfect complement for my wienerschnitzel.
The Wienerschnitzel was odd but a bit electric. The common way to cook with lemon zest is to sauté first, but our chef chooses to bake at 450 degrees F, then blend it into the wienerschnitzel. Michele thought the doughnuts seemed a bit electric, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-six dollars, which I think is appalling. Overall, the food was undistinguished, the atmosphere was idiotic, and the service was passable. If you are a moronic person, this might not be the worst place for you.