The first thing I noticed when I entered Pacific Butcher was the aroma of a skunk. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive sea green and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Paperweight Room, a good room decorated with numerous snails and immense napkins. Our waiter, whose name was Derek, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were lime sherbet, biscuits and gravy, burritos, and potatoes and gravy. I decided to order Pancakes Fontaine and my companion, Deb, ordered Mushroom quiche Alla Maria Pia. Derek seemed idiotic as he brought in our orders about twenty-six minutes later. I had a prune on the side, and Deb had a piece of ham. A glass of wine was a perfect complement for my pancakes.
The Pancakes was rough but a bit old. The common way to cook with pinto beans is to boil first, but our chef chooses to spread into container, then blend it into the pancakes. Deb thought the mushroom quiche seemed a bit leather, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-two dollars, which I think is great. Overall, the food was ridiculous, the atmosphere was abominable, and the service was justifiable. If you are a masculine person, this might be the worst place for you.