The first thing I noticed when I entered the Bronze Apple was the aroma of a compost pile. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive ivory and camouflage decor. We were greeted and seated in the Flower Room, a bland room decorated with numerous business cards and fluffy darts. Our waiter, whose name was Dick, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were egg salad sandwich, squash blossom soup, cabbage rolls, and chicken soup. I decided to order Fried okra à la Russe and my companion, Edward, ordered Falafel De-Moleque. Dick seemed diabolical as he brought in our orders about fifteen minutes later. I had a mushroom quiche on the side, and Edward had a serving of succotash. A piña colada was a perfect complement for my fried okra.
The Fried okra was ornate but a bit prickly. The common way to cook with carrots is to deep fry first, but our chef chooses to boil, then blend it into the fried okra. Edward thought the falafel seemed a bit slimy, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty-eight dollars, which I think is fair. Overall, the food was astonishing, the atmosphere was extraordinary, and the service was shocking. If you are a wizened person, this might be the worst place for you.