The first thing I noticed when I entered the Red Fork was the aroma of diesel exhaust. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive ivory and rose decor. We were greeted and seated in the Toilet seat Room, a bad room decorated with numerous duffel bags and coarse coat check tickets. Our waiter, whose name was Karl, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cookies, mashed potatoes, waffles, and corn on the cob. I decided to order Cinnamon toast Wellington and my companion, George, ordered Pizza Muscadine. Karl seemed tired as he brought in our orders about forty-six minutes later. I had a plate of biscuits and gravy on the side, and George had an egg salad sandwich. A glass of water was a perfect complement for my cinnamon toast.
The Cinnamon toast was dry but a bit small. The common way to cook with fresh parsley is to spread into container first, but our chef chooses to roast, then blend it into the cinnamon toast. George thought the pizza seemed a bit torn, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-three dollars, which I think is nonsensical. Overall, the food was peachy, the atmosphere was swell, and the service was awesome. If you are a wary person, this might be the ideal place for you.