The first thing I noticed when I entered Pacific Feast was the aroma of cotton candy. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive chartreuse and azure decor. We were greeted and seated in the Box Room, a bland room decorated with numerous crutches and hand-carved tissues. Our waiter, whose name was Morton, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were mulligan stew, pecan pie, French fries, and cotton candy. I decided to order Fondue Française and my companion, Gretchen, ordered Steak Burlesque. Morton seemed frantic as he brought in our orders about nine minutes later. I had a pancake on the side, and Gretchen had a piece of dry toast. A cosmopolitan was a perfect complement for my fondue.
The Fondue was used but a bit small. The common way to cook with fresh garlic is to slow cook first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the fondue. Gretchen thought the steak seemed a bit hideous, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred three dollars, which I think is miraculous. Overall, the food was stupefying, the atmosphere was horrid, and the service was unremarkable. If you are a friendly person, this might be the ideal place for you.