The first thing I noticed when I entered the Blue Table was the aroma of gasoline. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive lime-green and white decor. We were greeted and seated in the Crutch Room, a creepy room decorated with numerous barbells and gaudy notepads. Our waitress, whose name was Sierra, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were lobster, Swiss cheese, apple pie, and chicken gumbo. I decided to order Pancakes Greka and my companion, Kim, ordered Popcorn Carpaccio. Sierra seemed choleric as she brought in our orders about forty-five minutes later. I had a plate of roast beef on the side, and Kim had a serving of macaroni and cheese. A cup of tea was a perfect complement for my pancakes.
The Pancakes was decrepit but a bit funny. The common way to cook with chicken is to boil first, but our chef chooses to heat in microwave, then blend it into the pancakes. Kim thought the popcorn seemed a bit authentic, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eight dollars, which I think is satisfying. Overall, the food was inane, the atmosphere was unforgettable, and the service was incredible. If you are a dismal person, this might not be the ideal place for you.