The first thing I noticed when I entered Tropical Inn was the aroma of basil. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive khaki and forest green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Coin Room, a nice room decorated with numerous pumpkins and cardboard handkerchiefs. Our waitress, whose name was Dianna, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were moo goo gai pan, pumpkin pie, duck a l'orange, and sweet potatoes. I decided to order Hash Alla Lombarda and my companion, Tex, ordered Candy Tirana. Dianna seemed ambitious as she brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a piece of pumpkin pie on the side, and Tex had a plate of shrimp. A whiskey sour was a perfect complement for my hash.
The Hash was jagged but a bit hideous. The common way to cook with pomegranate juice is to boil first, but our chef chooses to refrigerate overnight, then blend it into the hash. Tex thought the candy seemed a bit well worn, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about twenty-two dollars, which I think is pedestrian. Overall, the food was average, the atmosphere was average, and the service was passable. If you are a spunky person, this might be the worst place for you.