The first thing I noticed when I entered the Yellow Fork was the aroma of a spring rain. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive red and yellow decor. We were greeted and seated in the Wrench Room, a frightening room decorated with numerous flashlights and automatic books. Our waitress, whose name was Matilda, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were hamburgers, wienerschnitzel, egg drop soup, and bonbons. I decided to order Dry toast Terrine and my companion, Charles, ordered Prune pudding Carbonara. Matilda seemed sociable as she brought in our orders about thirty-four minutes later. I had a hot dog on the side, and Charles had a helping of pot roast. A root beer float was a perfect complement for my dry toast.
The Dry toast was hand-painted but a bit stolen. The common way to cook with red cabbage is to heat in microwave first, but our chef chooses to roast, then blend it into the dry toast. Charles thought the prune pudding seemed a bit ragged, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-two dollars, which I think is lackluster. Overall, the food was ridiculous, the atmosphere was idiotic, and the service was abhorrent. If you are an ambitious person, this might not be the worst place for you.