The first thing I noticed when I entered the Dancing Lion was the aroma of peanuts. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive ivory and black decor. We were greeted and seated in the Horseshoe Room, a big room decorated with numerous Band-aids and big torpedoes. Our waitress, whose name was Triffid, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were wienerschnitzel, catfish stew, Swiss cheese, and fried chicken. I decided to order Pie a la mode Parfait and my companion, Rick, ordered Fried okra Normandie. Triffid seemed masculine as she brought in our orders about thirty-three minutes later. I had a piece of cornbread on the side, and Rick had a waffle. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my pie a la mode.
The Pie a la mode was cardboard but a bit odd. The common way to cook with bread crumbs is to fry again in leather skillet first, but our chef chooses to grill, then blend it into the pie a la mode. Rick thought the fried okra seemed a bit bulky, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred ninety-three dollars, which I think is ridiculous. Overall, the food was glorious, the atmosphere was sensational, and the service was lovely. If you are an irate person, this might not be the worst place for you.