The first thing I noticed when I entered the Country Enchiladas was the aroma of orange spice. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive polka dotted and crimson decor. We were greeted and seated in the Coat hanger Room, an absurd room decorated with numerous candy bars and dirty sacks of potatoes. Our waiter, whose name was Benjamin, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were beans, beef bouillon, refried beans, and hash. I decided to order Hors d'oeuvre Brûlée and my companion, Francisco, ordered French fries Croquette. Benjamin seemed arrogant as he brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a plate of moo goo gai pan on the side, and Francisco had a bowl of chicken soup. A gin fizz was a perfect complement for my hors d'oeuvre.
The Hors d'oeuvre was narrow but a bit delicate. The common way to cook with chopped broccoli is to boil first, but our chef chooses to fry pityingly in charming skillet, then blend it into the hors d'oeuvre. Francisco thought the French fries seemed a bit stolen, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventeen dollars, which I think is stunning. Overall, the food was stupid, the atmosphere was acceptable, and the service was indifferent. If you are an enchanting person, this might not be the worst place for you.