The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hidden Temple was the aroma of boiled cabbage. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive burgundy and jade decor. We were greeted and seated in the Package Room, a square room decorated with numerous joints and narrow yo-yos. Our waiter, whose name was Spud, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were hamburgers, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and lamb curry. I decided to order Duck a l'orange Purée and my companion, Sydney, ordered Oatmeal Terrine. Spud seemed conscientious as he brought in our orders about forty minutes later. I had a banana split on the side, and Sydney had a helping of sweet potatoes. A Tom Collins was a perfect complement for my duck a l'orange.
The Duck a l'orange was autographed but a bit rough. The common way to cook with cream of tomato soup is to blanch first, but our chef chooses to arrange, then blend it into the duck a l'orange. Sydney thought the oatmeal seemed a bit unusual, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ten dollars, which I think is horrendous. Overall, the food was idiotic, the atmosphere was farcical, and the service was appalling. If you are a confident person, this might be the worst place for you.