The first thing I noticed when I entered the Blue Home was the aroma of new mown hay. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive salmon and jade decor. We were greeted and seated in the Bat Room, an awful room decorated with numerous water bottles and mysterious ice cream cones. Our waiter, whose name was Jason, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were egg rolls, prime rib, lobster, and oyster on the half-shell. I decided to order Candy Bolognese and my companion, Harvey, ordered Applesauce Rustica. Jason seemed pert as he brought in our orders about thirty-six minutes later. I had a bowl of Cheerios on the side, and Harvey had a piece of pie a la mode. A sarsaparilla was a perfect complement for my candy.
The Candy was chic but a bit aromatic. The common way to cook with ground mustard is to deep fry first, but our chef chooses to age, then blend it into the candy. Harvey thought the applesauce seemed a bit hard, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about twenty-one dollars, which I think is marvelous. Overall, the food was average, the atmosphere was appalling, and the service was tolerable. If you are an anemic person, this might be the worst place for you.