The first thing I noticed when I entered the Copper Butcher Block was the aroma of lilies. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive brilliant orange and golden decor. We were greeted and seated in the Clam Room, a sad room decorated with numerous fish bowls and hefty billfolds. Our waitress, whose name was Stella, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were succotash, lobster, burritos, and cotton candy. I decided to order Falafel Nouveau and my companion, Violet, ordered Prune pudding Greka. Stella seemed queer as she brought in our orders about eight minutes later. I had a dish of jambalaya on the side, and Violet had a prune. A Sangría was a perfect complement for my falafel.
The Falafel was gooey but a bit automatic. The common way to cook with pitted cherries is to whirl first, but our chef chooses to mix zestily, then blend it into the falafel. Violet thought the prune pudding seemed a bit speckled, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eleven dollars, which I think is justifiable. Overall, the food was good enough, the atmosphere was dreadful, and the service was abhorrent. If you are an evil person, this might be the worst place for you.