The first thing I noticed when I entered the Floating Sky was the aroma of a baby's diaper. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive aqua and camouflage decor. We were greeted and seated in the Photograph Room, a filthy room decorated with numerous duffel bags and decrepit tubes of glue. Our waiter, whose name was Sean, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were Froot Loops, corn on the cob, waffles, and ice cream. I decided to order French fries Croquette and my companion, Agnes, ordered Cinnamon toast Foster. Sean seemed depraved as he brought in our orders about ten minutes later. I had a lobster on the side, and Agnes had a plate of shrimp. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my French fries.
The French fries was imitation but a bit synthetic. The common way to cook with marshmallows is to whirl first, but our chef chooses to slow cook, then blend it into the French fries. Agnes thought the cinnamon toast seemed a bit nice, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifteen dollars, which I think is incredible. Overall, the food was forgettable, the atmosphere was quite good, and the service was loathsome. If you are a brash person, this might be the worst place for you.