The first thing I noticed when I entered the Galloping Star was the aroma of Old Spice. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive blue and azure decor. We were greeted and seated in the Crate Room, a dull room decorated with numerous buttons and synthetic washrags. Our waitress, whose name was Ruth, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were smoked salmon, cornbread, fondue, and spaghetti. I decided to order Jambalaya A l'Orange and my companion, Bones, ordered Roast Cornish game hen Louie. Ruth seemed cantankerous as she brought in our orders about six minutes later. I had a dish of jambalaya on the side, and Bones had a cabbage roll. A glass of buttermilk was a perfect complement for my jambalaya.
The Jambalaya was rare but a bit nifty. The common way to cook with potato flakes is to steam first, but our chef chooses to allow to rise in warm place for several hours, then blend it into the jambalaya. Bones thought the roast Cornish game hen seemed a bit primitive, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about sixty-seven dollars, which I think is stunning. Overall, the food was mediocre, the atmosphere was silly, and the service was second-rate. If you are a bilious person, this might be the worst place for you.