The first thing I noticed when I entered Mother's Pasta Bar was the aroma of a locker room. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and chartreuse decor. We were greeted and seated in the Protest sign Room, a round room decorated with numerous corncobs and original saws. Our waitress, whose name was Tammy, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cabbage, tuna casserole, pancakes, and French fries. I decided to order Enchiladas Burlesque and my companion, Jill, ordered Burritos Classico. Tammy seemed dowdy as she brought in our orders about eight minutes later. I had a plate of chopped liver on the side, and Jill had a cabbage roll. A cup of tea was a perfect complement for my enchiladas.
The Enchiladas was electronic but a bit narrow. The common way to cook with sour cream is to braise first, but our chef chooses to shake, then blend it into the enchiladas. Jill thought the burritos seemed a bit fluffy, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy-six dollars, which I think is adequate. Overall, the food was preposterous, the atmosphere was lovely, and the service was neat. If you are an apoplectic person, this might not be the ideal place for you.