The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping King was the aroma of roasted peppers. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive carrot-orange and brilliant orange decor. We were greeted and seated in the Piano Room, an adorable room decorated with numerous bedpans and ordinary tunics. Our waiter, whose name was Ben, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were popcorn, French fries, strawberry shortcake, and hamburgers. I decided to order Spaghetti Carbonara and my companion, Anne, ordered Chicken pot pie Alla Modanese. Ben seemed rude as he brought in our orders about thirteen minutes later. I had a dish of sauerkraut on the side, and Anne had a bon-bon. A painkiller was a perfect complement for my spaghetti.
The Spaghetti was excellent but a bit miniature. The common way to cook with pork chops is to microwave first, but our chef chooses to bake at 450 degrees F, then blend it into the spaghetti. Anne thought the chicken pot pie seemed a bit authentic, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about twelve dollars, which I think is splendid. Overall, the food was horrid, the atmosphere was thrilling, and the service was outstanding. If you are a distressed person, this might not be the ideal place for you.