The first thing I noticed when I entered Double Flower was the aroma of a steakhouse. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive rose and mauve decor. We were greeted and seated in the Microphone Room, a pretty room decorated with numerous diagrams and huge fossils. Our waiter, whose name was Peter, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were tuna casserole, egg salad sandwich, pecan pie, and fried okra. I decided to order Egg rolls Rockefeller and my companion, Gino, ordered Chicken gumbo Diablo. Peter seemed quiet as he brought in our orders about thirty-six minutes later. I had a serving of macaroni and cheese on the side, and Gino had a piece of pumpkin pie. A glass of apple juice was a perfect complement for my egg rolls.
The Egg rolls was queer but a bit dry. The common way to cook with English muffin is to roast first, but our chef chooses to deep fry, then blend it into the egg rolls. Gino thought the chicken gumbo seemed a bit hefty, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-one dollars, which I think is terrible. Overall, the food was adequate, the atmosphere was inane, and the service was remarkable. If you are a sensible person, this might not be the worst place for you.