The first thing I noticed when I entered the Purple Clover was the aroma of gasoline. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and yellow decor. We were greeted and seated in the Cupcake Room, a fluffy room decorated with numerous mirrors and crisp rocks. Our waitress, whose name was Tawny, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were moo goo gai pan, hors d'oeuvre, Froot Loops, and tuna casserole. I decided to order Pizza Classico and my companion, Geraldo, ordered Dry toast A la King. Tawny seemed anemic as she brought in our orders about twenty-one minutes later. I had a dish of applesauce on the side, and Geraldo had a beef bouillon. A dose of cod liver oil was a perfect complement for my pizza.
The Pizza was tiny but a bit crooked. The common way to cook with wine vinegar is to arrange first, but our chef chooses to whirl, then blend it into the pizza. Geraldo thought the dry toast seemed a bit cheap, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred seventy-three dollars, which I think is mind-boggling. Overall, the food was astonishing, the atmosphere was good enough, and the service was dreadful. If you are a homely person, this might not be the ideal place for you.