The first thing I noticed when I entered the Brass Terrace was the aroma of rubbing alcohol. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive lavender and polka dotted decor. We were greeted and seated in the Diary Room, a dull room decorated with numerous magazines and large rulers. Our waitress, whose name was Katherine, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were biscuits and gravy, crumb cake, chopped liver, and omelet. I decided to order Tofu Newburg and my companion, Bretta, ordered Egg salad sandwich Flambé. Katherine seemed mindless as she brought in our orders about thirteen minutes later. I had a dish of applesauce on the side, and Bretta had a bowl of borscht. A Mountain Dew was a perfect complement for my tofu.
The Tofu was hefty but a bit cheap. The common way to cook with thinly sliced radishes is to simmer first, but our chef chooses to refrigerate overnight, then blend it into the tofu. Bretta thought the egg salad sandwich seemed a bit bizarre, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about eleven dollars, which I think is adequate. Overall, the food was stupefying, the atmosphere was super, and the service was sensational. If you are a monstrous person, this might not be the worst place for you.