The first thing I noticed when I entered Parisian Mess Hall was the aroma of a stable. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive striped and brilliant orange decor. We were greeted and seated in the Coat hanger Room, an odd room decorated with numerous primroses and huge dictionaries. Our waiter, whose name was Lucifer, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were pretzels, prune pudding, dry toast, and pizza. I decided to order Jambalaya Flambé and my companion, Camella, ordered Waffles Melba. Lucifer seemed pensive as he brought in our orders about sixteen minutes later. I had a serving of potatoes and gravy on the side, and Camella had a helping of sweet potatoes. A Mountain Dew was a perfect complement for my jambalaya.
The Jambalaya was dry but a bit crusty. The common way to cook with sour cream is to roast first, but our chef chooses to steam, then blend it into the jambalaya. Camella thought the waffles seemed a bit hand-painted, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty dollars, which I think is dreadful. Overall, the food was preposterous, the atmosphere was abominable, and the service was stupefying. If you are a tired person, this might not be the worst place for you.