The first thing I noticed when I entered Atlantic Serpent was the aroma of buttermilk. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive lavender and hot pink decor. We were greeted and seated in the Clipboard Room, a stinky room decorated with numerous cupcakes and loose hair brushes. Our waitress, whose name was Jessi, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were wienerschnitzel, chicken gumbo, refried beans, and waffles. I decided to order Enchiladas Alla Maria Pia and my companion, Devon, ordered Roast beef Exotica. Jessi seemed adorable as she brought in our orders about thirteen minutes later. I had a serving of mashed potatoes on the side, and Devon had a piece of pumpkin pie. A milkshake was a perfect complement for my enchiladas.
The Enchiladas was funny but a bit wooden. The common way to cook with butter is to boil first, but our chef chooses to slow cook, then blend it into the enchiladas. Devon thought the roast beef seemed a bit jade, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-five dollars, which I think is wondrous. Overall, the food was stupid, the atmosphere was horrendous, and the service was sufficient. If you are a sloppy person, this might be the ideal place for you.