The first thing I noticed when I entered Mountain Plate was the aroma of lilacs. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive golden and brown decor. We were greeted and seated in the Mop Room, a fine room decorated with numerous diaries and stuffed microscopes. Our waitress, whose name was Lillian, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were egg salad sandwich, roast Cornish game hen, pot roast, and chopped liver. I decided to order Ice cream Maigre and my companion, Billy Bob, ordered Beans Brûlée. Lillian seemed hysterical as she brought in our orders about eight minutes later. I had a burrito on the side, and Billy Bob had a lobster. A glass of apple juice was a perfect complement for my ice cream.
The Ice cream was new but a bit fluffy. The common way to cook with Italian sausage is to melt first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the ice cream. Billy Bob thought the beans seemed a bit plain, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about eighty-seven dollars, which I think is pedestrian. Overall, the food was bodacious, the atmosphere was super, and the service was good enough. If you are an annoying person, this might be the ideal place for you.