The reviewer may be unable to decide, but I vote a very firm "Appalled." Can someone explain the point of this "bistro", other than one more cynical attempt at exploiting a sad aspect of our girl-culture to rake in the bucks?

I've driven past this place w/out realizing it had food. So, um, you order a meal for your doll, pay for it, and it goes to waste? Or you order food for your doll, eat it and she doesn't get any? How does this work? What, for cryin' out loud, is the etiquette for feeding your doll and yourself in public?

This is the strangest "dining out" review I've ever read. I might be able to discover what this restaurant (bistro????) is all about if I looked at their web site, but I don't think I have the stomach for it. Himmel mentions the American Girl goal of "empowering" girls. What does this frou frou Princess Palace have to do with that? And look at the photos -- PINK PINK PALE PINK. My stomach turns, my head whirls, my heart sinks. What does pink girlie girlie surroundings and princess cakes have to do with empowerment? And what century do we live in?