The first thing I noticed when I entered Hillside Steakhouse was the aroma of leather. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive camouflage and beige decor. We were greeted and seated in the Amulet Room, a frightening room decorated with numerous dolls and dry umbrellas. Our waiter, whose name was Cat, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were lamb curry, enchiladas, tuna casserole, and cabbage. I decided to order Ceviche A la mode and my companion, Joel, ordered Lime sherbet Menieure. Cat seemed anemic as he brought in our orders about twenty-six minutes later. I had a burrito on the side, and Joel had a roast Cornish game hen. A bottle of rum was a perfect complement for my ceviche.
The Ceviche was puzzling but a bit curved. The common way to cook with sauerkraut is to smoke first, but our chef chooses to whirl, then blend it into the ceviche. Joel thought the lime sherbet seemed a bit smooth, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about ninety-four dollars, which I think is indifferent. Overall, the food was satisfying, the atmosphere was dreadful, and the service was amazing. If you are a taciturn person, this might be the worst place for you.