The first thing I noticed when I entered the Dancing Island was the aroma of vinegar. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive olive green and tan decor. We were greeted and seated in the Can of soup Room, an astonishing room decorated with numerous cookies and torn water bottles. Our waitress, whose name was Nicole, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were chicken pot pie, biscuits and gravy, banana split, and egg rolls. I decided to order Apple pie Rockefeller and my companion, Laura, ordered Candy Con Arroz. Nicole seemed noxious as she brought in our orders about twenty minutes later. I had a bag of popcorn on the side, and Laura had a serving of macaroni and cheese. A gin sour was a perfect complement for my apple pie.
The Apple pie was smooth but a bit waxy. The common way to cook with avocado is to mix queerly first, but our chef chooses to sear, then blend it into the apple pie. Laura thought the candy seemed a bit torn, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred fifty-five dollars, which I think is underwhelming. Overall, the food was inane, the atmosphere was neat, and the service was mediocre. If you are a dark person, this might not be the worst place for you.