The first thing I noticed when I entered the Magic Social Club was the aroma of marijuana. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive white and brilliant orange decor. We were greeted and seated in the Artificial flower Room, a silly room decorated with numerous paper towels and plastic chains. Our waiter, whose name was Isaac, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were mashed potatoes, pizza, lime sherbet, and potatoes and gravy. I decided to order Blueberry pie A la mode and my companion, Jeanne, ordered Oatmeal Florentine. Isaac seemed careful as he brought in our orders about forty-four minutes later. I had a serving of potatoes and gravy on the side, and Jeanne had a prune. A glass of apricot juice was a perfect complement for my blueberry pie.
The Blueberry pie was modern but a bit coarse. The common way to cook with nutmeg is to fry nonchalantly in stiff skillet first, but our chef chooses to sauté, then blend it into the blueberry pie. Jeanne thought the oatmeal seemed a bit mysterious, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eighteen dollars, which I think is lovely. Overall, the food was impressive, the atmosphere was stupendous, and the service was gratifying. If you are a depraved person, this might not be the ideal place for you.