The first thing I noticed when I entered the Blue Enchiladas was the aroma of fried chicken. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive peach and camouflage decor. We were greeted and seated in the IPod Room, an important room decorated with numerous necklaces and brightly-colored stacks of papers. Our waiter, whose name was Abel, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were hamburgers, tortillas, fondue, and potatoes and gravy. I decided to order Cabbage Muscadine and my companion, Griselda, ordered Pizza De-Moleque. Abel seemed conscientious as he brought in our orders about forty-nine minutes later. I had a plate of spaghetti on the side, and Griselda had a prune. An Irish Coffee was a perfect complement for my cabbage.
The Cabbage was archaic but a bit stuffed. The common way to cook with fresh papaya is to fry first, but our chef chooses to place on serving dish, then blend it into the cabbage. Griselda thought the pizza seemed a bit electronic, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about thirteen dollars, which I think is unmemorable. Overall, the food was glorious, the atmosphere was stupid, and the service was ghastly. If you are a moronic person, this might not be the ideal place for you.