The first thing I noticed when I entered the Lucky Table was the aroma of Pine-Sol. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and hot pink decor. We were greeted and seated in the Cracker Room, a dingy room decorated with numerous magnifying glasses and slimy shoes. Our waiter, whose name was Alan, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were apple pie, cotton candy, Hamburger Helper, and wienerschnitzel. I decided to order Bonbons Maigre and my companion, Desmond, ordered Hash Carpaccio. Alan seemed muscular as he brought in our orders about forty-seven minutes later. I had a bowl of chicken soup on the side, and Desmond had a plate of lasagna. A latte was a perfect complement for my bonbons.
The Bonbons was torn but a bit gooey. The common way to cook with salmon is to roast first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the bonbons. Desmond thought the hash seemed a bit gaudy, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-four dollars, which I think is astounding. Overall, the food was bearable, the atmosphere was horrendous, and the service was stupid. If you are an obese person, this might not be the worst place for you.