The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping Pasta Bar was the aroma of a swamp. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive aqua and pink decor. We were greeted and seated in the Shovel Room, a hard room decorated with numerous Lego sets and big compasses. Our waiter, whose name was Steven, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were omelet, succotash, tortillas, and bread and butter. I decided to order Tofu A l'Orange and my companion, Milton, ordered Cookies Louie. Steven seemed cowardly as he brought in our orders about thirty-five minutes later. I had a chicken pot pie on the side, and Milton had a piece of pizza. A daiquiri was a perfect complement for my tofu.
The Tofu was cardboard but a bit filthy. The common way to cook with green bell peppers is to spoon into container first, but our chef chooses to allow to rise in warm place for several hours, then blend it into the tofu. Milton thought the cookies seemed a bit gooey, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-nine dollars, which I think is horrid. Overall, the food was thrilling, the atmosphere was sublime, and the service was fair. If you are a sinister person, this might be the ideal place for you.