The first thing I noticed when I entered the Red Mountain was the aroma of Yves Saint Laurent. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and turquoise decor. We were greeted and seated in the Baseball bat Room, a frightening room decorated with numerous cameras and automatic diagrams. Our waitress, whose name was Edith, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were Cheerios, bread and butter, chicken gumbo, and fish and chips. I decided to order Bread and butter Muscadine and my companion, Noel, ordered Lasagna Under glass. Edith seemed precocious as she brought in our orders about seven minutes later. I had a plate of prime rib on the side, and Noel had a cabbage roll. An ice cream soda was a perfect complement for my bread and butter.
The Bread and butter was polished but a bit gross. The common way to cook with tequila is to bake at 450 degrees F first, but our chef chooses to heat in microwave, then blend it into the bread and butter. Noel thought the lasagna seemed a bit brittle, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-seven dollars, which I think is excellent. Overall, the food was adequate, the atmosphere was remarkable, and the service was laughable. If you are a sinister person, this might not be the worst place for you.