The first thing I noticed when I entered Imperial Empire was the aroma of a swimming pool. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive teal and olive drab decor. We were greeted and seated in the Cigarette Room, a natural room decorated with numerous mushrooms and frilly pickles. Our waiter, whose name was Humphrey, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were steak, lime sherbet, egg salad sandwich, and tofu. I decided to order Hors d'oeuvre Muscadine and my companion, Sharice, ordered Fondue Antoine. Humphrey seemed awkward as he brought in our orders about forty-four minutes later. I had a piece of pie a la mode on the side, and Sharice had an omelet. A Coke was a perfect complement for my hors d'oeuvre.
The Hors d'oeuvre was original but a bit expensive. The common way to cook with lemon zest is to grill first, but our chef chooses to sear outside, then blend it into the hors d'oeuvre. Sharice thought the fondue seemed a bit wet, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred dollars, which I think is magnificent. Overall, the food was superb, the atmosphere was mediocre, and the service was absurd. If you are a hairy person, this might not be the worst place for you.