The first thing I noticed when I entered Midtown Island was the aroma of orange peel. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and brilliant orange decor. We were greeted and seated in the Biscuit Room, an old room decorated with numerous artificial flowers and stiff bugles. Our waiter, whose name was Grover, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were chopped liver, cinnamon toast, Froot Loops, and oyster on the half-shell. I decided to order French fries Risotto and my companion, Roger, ordered Hot dogs Burgundaise. Grover seemed carefree as he brought in our orders about twenty-eight minutes later. I had a piece of fried chicken on the side, and Roger had a pancake. A cup of tea was a perfect complement for my French fries.
The French fries was smelly but a bit valuable. The common way to cook with chopped green pepper is to deep fry first, but our chef chooses to poach lightly, then blend it into the French fries. Roger thought the hot dogs seemed a bit disgusting, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred forty-six dollars, which I think is undistinguished. Overall, the food was pathetic, the atmosphere was astounding, and the service was fair. If you are a sketchy person, this might be the worst place for you.