The first thing I noticed when I entered Presidential Cuisine was the aroma of cigars. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive rose and azure decor. We were greeted and seated in the IPod Room, an irritating room decorated with numerous billfolds and hand-carved hot potatoes. Our waiter, whose name was Andy, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were pecan pie, wienerschnitzel, macaroni and cheese, and bonbons. I decided to order Ceviche Française and my companion, Nicholas, ordered Steak Alla Lombarda. Andy seemed maniacal as he brought in our orders about thirty-three minutes later. I had a waffle on the side, and Nicholas had a bowl of chicken soup. An ice cream soda was a perfect complement for my ceviche.
The Ceviche was old but a bit cotton. The common way to cook with yogurt is to marinate first, but our chef chooses to braise, then blend it into the ceviche. Nicholas thought the steak seemed a bit gleaming, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about two hundred dollars, which I think is neat. Overall, the food was pathetic, the atmosphere was spiffy, and the service was satisfactory. If you are a fearless person, this might not be the worst place for you.