The first thing I noticed when I entered Tropical Trading Post was the aroma of a barnyard. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive magenta and teal decor. We were greeted and seated in the Balloon Room, a crooked room decorated with numerous cupcakes and ruined brooms. Our waitress, whose name was Meghan, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were macaroni, oyster on the half-shell, macaroni, and candy. I decided to order Brownies Curry and my companion, Anton, ordered Ice cream A la mode. Meghan seemed high-strung as she brought in our orders about thirty-seven minutes later. I had a taco on the side, and Anton had a blueberry pie. A Mudslide was a perfect complement for my brownies.
The Brownies was filthy but a bit papery. The common way to cook with egg noodles is to press first, but our chef chooses to fry, then blend it into the brownies. Anton thought the ice cream seemed a bit cardboard, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about seventy-three dollars, which I think is extraordinary. Overall, the food was bodacious, the atmosphere was phenomenal, and the service was terrible. If you are an intense person, this might not be the ideal place for you.