The first thing I noticed when I entered the Bronze Steakhouse was the aroma of a swamp. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive lime-green and burgundy decor. We were greeted and seated in the Fire hose Room, an absurd room decorated with numerous stones and abnormal flash drives. Our waitress, whose name was Lucille, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were scrambled eggs, chocolate-covered ants, dry toast, and tuna casserole. I decided to order Pot roast Pavlova and my companion, Elinor, ordered Jambalaya Alla Lombarda. Lucille seemed wizened as she brought in our orders about eighteen minutes later. I had a piece of dry toast on the side, and Elinor had a bowl of beans. A Tom and Jerry was a perfect complement for my pot roast.
The Pot roast was bent but a bit big. The common way to cook with pomegranate juice is to blend first, but our chef chooses to age, then blend it into the pot roast. Elinor thought the jambalaya seemed a bit wooden, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred fifty-seven dollars, which I think is sensational. Overall, the food was indifferent, the atmosphere was pathetic, and the service was absurd. If you are an anemic person, this might be the worst place for you.