The first thing I noticed when I entered Midtown Mist was the aroma of car exhaust. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive chartreuse and burgundy decor. We were greeted and seated in the Spittoon Room, a frightening room decorated with numerous pots and prickly Egyptian mummies. Our waitress, whose name was Helen, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were crab rangoon, ham, prune pudding, and smoked salmon. I decided to order Falafel Picante and my companion, Nestor, ordered Bread and butter Carbonara. Helen seemed brilliant as she brought in our orders about twenty-nine minutes later. I had a helping of French fries on the side, and Nestor had a waffle. A kamikaze was a perfect complement for my falafel.
The Falafel was bent but a bit immense. The common way to cook with corn chips is to heat first, but our chef chooses to sear, then blend it into the falafel. Nestor thought the bread and butter seemed a bit expensive, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred two dollars, which I think is preposterous. Overall, the food was marvelous, the atmosphere was unmemorable, and the service was amazing. If you are a modest person, this might not be the ideal place for you.