The first thing I noticed when I entered the New Home was the aroma of pencil shavings. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive hot pink and orange decor. We were greeted and seated in the Coconut Room, a tiny room decorated with numerous ping-pong paddles and thick buckets. Our waitress, whose name was Eloise, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were duck a l'orange, potatoes and gravy, smoked salmon, and macaroni and cheese. I decided to order Strawberry shortcake Parfait and my companion, Callie, ordered Tacos Exotica. Eloise seemed poised as she brought in our orders about nine minutes later. I had a piece of ham on the side, and Callie had a bowl of cabbage. A Tom Collins was a perfect complement for my strawberry shortcake.
The Strawberry shortcake was soft but a bit disgusting. The common way to cook with sesame seeds is to shake first, but our chef chooses to refrigerate overnight, then blend it into the strawberry shortcake. Callie thought the tacos seemed a bit smelly, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-eight dollars, which I think is astounding. Overall, the food was flabbergasting, the atmosphere was horrid, and the service was loathsome. If you are a desperate person, this might not be the worst place for you.