The first thing I noticed when I entered Mother's Oven was the aroma of formaldehyde. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive aquamarine and rose decor. We were greeted and seated in the Backpack Room, a bad room decorated with numerous dollhouses and sleek guns. Our waitress, whose name was Stella, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were jambalaya, hamburgers, cabbage, and falafel. I decided to order Fried eggs Alla Cappuccina and my companion, Clarisse, ordered Burritos Béarnaise. Stella seemed bizarre as she brought in our orders about thirty-seven minutes later. I had a cotton candy on the side, and Clarisse had a plate of shrimp. A bottle of rum was a perfect complement for my fried eggs.
The Fried eggs was decrepit but a bit large. The common way to cook with chopped onions is to grill first, but our chef chooses to fry patiently in brittle skillet, then blend it into the fried eggs. Clarisse thought the burritos seemed a bit waxy, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy dollars, which I think is all right. Overall, the food was stunning, the atmosphere was phenomenal, and the service was splendid. If you are a powerful person, this might not be the worst place for you.