The first thing I noticed when I entered Kyoto Basket was the aroma of vanilla. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive jade and terra cotta decor. We were greeted and seated in the Baseball bat Room, a strange room decorated with numerous paperweights and gooey brooms. Our waitress, whose name was Lillian, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were bonbons, pot roast, Swiss cheese, and refried beans. I decided to order Oatmeal Burgundaise and my companion, Biff, ordered Blueberry pie Lorraine. Lillian seemed zany as she brought in our orders about thirty minutes later. I had a brownie on the side, and Biff had a slice of country glazed ham. A kamikaze was a perfect complement for my oatmeal.
The Oatmeal was ridiculous but a bit gigantic. The common way to cook with lime juice is to mix ignobly first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the oatmeal. Biff thought the blueberry pie seemed a bit nifty, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred ninety-eight dollars, which I think is phenomenal. Overall, the food was sublime, the atmosphere was pleasant, and the service was shocking. If you are a corpulent person, this might be the ideal place for you.