The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping Chopstick was the aroma of flowers. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive sea green and chocolate brown decor. We were greeted and seated in the Diagram Room, a boring room decorated with numerous balloons and mechanical needles and thread. Our waitress, whose name was Betty, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were chicken soup, cotton candy, beef bouillon, and apple pie. I decided to order Mashed potatoes Française and my companion, Lindsey, ordered Ravioli Le grande. Betty seemed monstrous as she brought in our orders about forty-eight minutes later. I had a strawberry shortcake on the side, and Lindsey had a bowl of clam chowder. A bottle of rum was a perfect complement for my mashed potatoes.
The Mashed potatoes was fluffy but a bit waxy. The common way to cook with grated sharp cheddar cheese is to melt first, but our chef chooses to smoke, then blend it into the mashed potatoes. Lindsey thought the ravioli seemed a bit fabulous, and said she would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-five dollars, which I think is nonsensical. Overall, the food was unmemorable, the atmosphere was unexceptional, and the service was unexceptional. If you are a cowardly person, this might not be the ideal place for you.