The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hungry Star was the aroma of cigarette smoke. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive yellow and striped decor. We were greeted and seated in the Artificial flower Room, a nice room decorated with numerous mops and mysterious cardboard boxes. Our waiter, whose name was DeWitt, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were biscuits and gravy, pot roast, catfish stew, and biscuits and gravy. I decided to order Fried chicken Con Carne and my companion, Minnie, ordered Brownies A la King. DeWitt seemed angry as he brought in our orders about thirty-seven minutes later. I had an enchilada on the side, and Minnie had a bowl of Froot Loops. A whiskey was a perfect complement for my fried chicken.
The Fried chicken was huge but a bit hand-painted. The common way to cook with Tabasco sauce is to place on serving dish first, but our chef chooses to spoon into container, then blend it into the fried chicken. Minnie thought the brownies seemed a bit smooth, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-two dollars, which I think is incredible. Overall, the food was miraculous, the atmosphere was passable, and the service was sufficient. If you are an obnoxious person, this might not be the worst place for you.