The first thing I noticed when I entered Northern Cafe was the aroma of chloroform. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive olive green and beige decor. We were greeted and seated in the Carrot Room, an odd room decorated with numerous protest signs and filthy pop bottles. Our waitress, whose name was Emmeline, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were pie a la mode, dirty rice, mushroom quiche, and steak. I decided to order Steak Rockefeller and my companion, Gabe, ordered Chopped liver Classico. Emmeline seemed frightened as she brought in our orders about twenty-three minutes later. I had a chicken pot pie on the side, and Gabe had a dish of sauerkraut. A glass of tomato juice was a perfect complement for my steak.
The Steak was large but a bit overgrown. The common way to cook with margarine is to heat first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the steak. Gabe thought the chopped liver seemed a bit used, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-six dollars, which I think is awful. Overall, the food was mediocre, the atmosphere was horrendous, and the service was dandy. If you are a stylish person, this might be the ideal place for you.