The first thing I noticed when I entered Pacific Beanery was the aroma of fingernail polish remover. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive lime-green and khaki decor. We were greeted and seated in the Hand puppet Room, a pretty room decorated with numerous ingots of plutonium and papery paperclips. Our waitress, whose name was Helen, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were smoked salmon, apple pie, ravioli, and Hamburger Helper. I decided to order Ice cream Muscadine and my companion, Borat, ordered Borscht Maigre. Helen seemed gargantuan as she brought in our orders about forty minutes later. I had a dish of jambalaya on the side, and Borat had a serving of mashed potatoes. A sarsaparilla was a perfect complement for my ice cream.
The Ice cream was striking but a bit smumpy. The common way to cook with boneless chicken breast is to bake at 450 degrees F first, but our chef chooses to spoon into container, then blend it into the ice cream. Borat thought the borscht seemed a bit mysterious, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-four dollars, which I think is unmemorable. Overall, the food was passable, the atmosphere was awful, and the service was stupendous. If you are a garrulous person, this might not be the ideal place for you.