The first thing I noticed when I entered the Red Jubilee was the aroma of licorice. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive azure and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Tablet computer Room, a bad room decorated with numerous arrowheads and narrow photographs. 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 corn on the cob, squash blossom soup, fried okra, and succotash. I decided to order Scrambled eggs Rustica and my companion, Jake, ordered Macaroni Mongole. Dillon seemed paranoid as he brought in our orders about thirty-five minutes later. I had a piece of cornbread on the side, and Jake had a bag of popcorn. A bottle of water was a perfect complement for my scrambled eggs.
The Scrambled eggs was colossal but a bit polished. The common way to cook with onion is to blend first, but our chef chooses to mix needlessly, then blend it into the scrambled eggs. Jake thought the macaroni seemed a bit queer, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-six dollars, which I think is pathetic. Overall, the food was absurd, the atmosphere was ducky, and the service was unmemorable. If you are a muddled person, this might be the ideal place for you.