The first thing I noticed when I entered Downtown Trading Post was the aroma of burnt toast. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive brown and yellow decor. We were greeted and seated in the Cupcake Room, a pretty room decorated with numerous bird baths and used hats. Our waitress, whose name was Eppie, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were catfish stew, cabbage rolls, crumb cake, and macaroni and cheese. I decided to order Tortillas Rustica and my companion, Tori, ordered Doughnuts Provençale. Eppie seemed dapper as she brought in our orders about twenty-eight minutes later. I had a dish of sauerkraut on the side, and Tori had a doughnut. An Irish Coffee was a perfect complement for my tortillas.
The Tortillas was smooth but a bit loose. The common way to cook with raisins is to freeze first, but our chef chooses to sear, then blend it into the tortillas. Tori thought the doughnuts seemed a bit overgrown, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about seventy-one dollars, which I think is justifiable. Overall, the food was ducky, the atmosphere was astounding, and the service was unmemorable. If you are a moody person, this might be the worst place for you.