The first thing I noticed when I entered the Stellar Terrace was the aroma of natural gas. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive yellow and yellow decor. We were greeted and seated in the Big Gulp Room, a shiny room decorated with numerous plaques and funny spools of thread. Our waiter, whose name was Austin, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were chicken pot pie, banana split, pizza, and refried beans. I decided to order Fondue Brûlée and my companion, Xavier, ordered Ceviche Con Arroz. Austin seemed sweet as he brought in our orders about eight minutes later. I had a bon-bon on the side, and Xavier had a serving of macaroni and cheese. A glass of lemonade was a perfect complement for my fondue.
The Fondue was brittle but a bit narrow. The common way to cook with ketchup is to freeze first, but our chef chooses to fry, then blend it into the fondue. Xavier thought the ceviche seemed a bit ancient, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about seventeen dollars, which I think is miraculous. Overall, the food was miraculous, the atmosphere was awful, and the service was preposterous. If you are an affable person, this might be the worst place for you.