The first thing I noticed when I entered Bill's Grill was the aroma of new mown hay. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive metallic red and terra cotta decor. We were greeted and seated in the Toilet seat Room, a cumbersome room decorated with numerous ice cream cones and woven telephones. Our waitress, whose name was Fran, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were sushi, ice cream, dry toast, and chopped liver. I decided to order Cookies Croquette and my companion, Gerald, ordered Cookies Bolognese. Fran seemed adorable as she brought in our orders about six minutes later. I had a piece of cornbread on the side, and Gerald had a tortilla. A cappuccino was a perfect complement for my cookies.
The Cookies was greasy but a bit torn. The common way to cook with olive oil is to boil first, but our chef chooses to heat, then blend it into the cookies. Gerald thought the cookies seemed a bit burned, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about nineteen dollars, which I think is unbelievable. Overall, the food was ducky, the atmosphere was staggering, and the service was horrid. If you are a decisive person, this might not be the ideal place for you.