The first thing I noticed when I entered Berlin Dining Room was the aroma of smoke. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and purple decor. We were greeted and seated in the Peace pipe Room, a square room decorated with numerous chains and expensive stopwatches. Our waiter, whose name was Casey, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cherries jubilee, egg drop soup, pretzels, and oatmeal. I decided to order Blueberry pie Oscar and my companion, Kimberly, ordered Pizza Maigre. Casey seemed hysterical as he brought in our orders about thirty-two minutes later. I had a slice of country glazed ham on the side, and Kimberly had a piece of bread and butter. A glass of buttermilk was a perfect complement for my blueberry pie.
The Blueberry pie was gigantic but a bit gooey. The common way to cook with margarine is to deep fry first, but our chef chooses to boil, then blend it into the blueberry pie. Kimberly thought the pizza seemed a bit hollow, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about eighty-seven dollars, which I think is delightful. Overall, the food was ludicrous, the atmosphere was justifiable, and the service was satisfactory. If you are a deadly person, this might not be the worst place for you.