I can't recall the last time I found one of these served tableside, save for a family reunion about 20 years ago. God love a relish tray. I have always been hard-pressed to find the original intent for them other than to crunch as you wait for more food to arrive. Here you'll enjoy a moment of identification with all those animals on the other side of the glass crunching up their fiber, too. The menu is limited and petrified in the era of Continental cuisine when every plate had a vegetable and a starch.
All meals start with the choice of soup or salad.
We failed to find a rationale for this that didn't involve the blatant explanation that if you made it all the way out here, you'd better order dinner. So we did. Watching the lively bird and animal display, we felt considerable guilt about devouring our brethren so happily frolicking outside the window. The filet made an audible thonk when tapped with a fork, signifying it was cooked beyond hard, then served with a sprig of parsley. Of course we had a choice of starch, in this case hash browns and some steamed vegetables.