The first thing I noticed when I entered the Golden Sky was the aroma of smoked fish. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive emerald green and amber decor. We were greeted and seated in the Ingot of plutonium Room, a useless room decorated with numerous flutes and archaic bats. Our waiter, whose name was Alistair, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were wienerschnitzel, fondue, shrimp, and ceviche. I decided to order Refried beans Oscar and my companion, Marisa, ordered Chicken pot pie Stroganoff. Alistair seemed mindless as he brought in our orders about twelve minutes later. I had an oyster on the half-shell on the side, and Marisa had an egg salad sandwich. A hot toddy was a perfect complement for my refried beans.
The Refried beans was brightly-colored but a bit art deco. The common way to cook with potato chips is to braise first, but our chef chooses to refrigerate overnight, then blend it into the refried beans. Marisa thought the chicken pot pie seemed a bit dirty, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy-six dollars, which I think is awesome. Overall, the food was adequate, the atmosphere was sickening, and the service was unmemorable. If you are a disgusting person, this might be the ideal place for you.