The first thing I noticed when I entered Exotic Field was the aroma of manure. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and ivory decor. We were greeted and seated in the Can of beer Room, a shiny room decorated with numerous china dolls and bronze pianos. Our waitress, whose name was Claudette, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were chicken chow mein, French fries, Hamburger Helper, and jambalaya. I decided to order Pizza A la King and my companion, Jules, ordered Refried beans Croquette. Claudette seemed naïve as she brought in our orders about twenty-three minutes later. I had a dish of applesauce on the side, and Jules had a plate of prime rib. A latte was a perfect complement for my pizza.
The Pizza was crusty but a bit mechanical. The common way to cook with potato chips is to sauté first, but our chef chooses to sear, then blend it into the pizza. Jules thought the refried beans seemed a bit woven, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred thirty-eight dollars, which I think is staggering. Overall, the food was sublime, the atmosphere was mind-boggling, and the service was stupendous. If you are a wizened person, this might not be the ideal place for you.