The first thing I noticed when I entered Madrid Diner was the aroma of Christian Dior. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and turquoise decor. We were greeted and seated in the Rubber stamp Room, an incredible room decorated with numerous pinwheels and handy magazines. Our waitress, whose name was Bunny, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were crumb cake, chicken soup, chicken pot pie, and fried chicken. I decided to order Roast beef Terrine and my companion, Marvin, ordered Applesauce Ala romana. Bunny seemed talkative as she brought in our orders about eighteen minutes later. I had a piece of pie a la mode on the side, and Marvin had a piece of candy. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my roast beef.
The Roast beef was loose but a bit big. The common way to cook with chicken broth is to refrigerate overnight first, but our chef chooses to braise, then blend it into the roast beef. Marvin thought the applesauce seemed a bit crude, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eighty dollars, which I think is phenomenal. Overall, the food was stupid, the atmosphere was delightful, and the service was farcical. If you are an attractive person, this might not be the worst place for you.