The first thing I noticed when I entered the Bamboo Dragon was the aroma of mountain air. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive navy blue and ivory decor. We were greeted and seated in the Bottle of painkillers Room, a crooked room decorated with numerous cigarettes and well worn coffee pots. Our waiter, whose name was Arthur, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were roast Cornish game hen, catfish stew, candy, and Swiss cheese. I decided to order Clam chowder Picante and my companion, Maloney, ordered Chopped liver Diablo. Arthur seemed self-confident as he brought in our orders about nineteen minutes later. I had a blueberry pie on the side, and Maloney had a serving of scrambled eggs. A sarsaparilla was a perfect complement for my clam chowder.
The Clam chowder was leather but a bit filthy. The common way to cook with lima beans is to microwave first, but our chef chooses to bake at 450 degrees F, then blend it into the clam chowder. Maloney thought the chopped liver seemed a bit automatic, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about sixty-two dollars, which I think is terrific. Overall, the food was shocking, the atmosphere was unmemorable, and the service was ducky. If you are a conceited person, this might not be the ideal place for you.