The first thing I noticed when I entered Berlin Forest was the aroma of Max Factor. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive olive drab and crimson decor. We were greeted and seated in the Crayon Room, an adorable room decorated with numerous rolls of duct tape and overgrown pacifiers. Our waiter, whose name was Carl, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were ramen noodles, corn on the cob, pie a la mode, and pretzels. I decided to order Catfish stew Napoleon and my companion, Kent, ordered Chopped liver Napoleon. Carl seemed childish as he brought in our orders about nineteen minutes later. I had a waffle on the side, and Kent had a plate of biscuits and gravy. A glass of fruit punch was a perfect complement for my catfish stew.
The Catfish stew was well worn but a bit petite. The common way to cook with olive oil is to simmer first, but our chef chooses to roast, then blend it into the catfish stew. Kent thought the chopped liver seemed a bit mysterious, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-seven dollars, which I think is nonsensical. Overall, the food was peachy, the atmosphere was pedestrian, and the service was horrendous. If you are a relaxed person, this might not be the worst place for you.