The first thing I noticed when I entered Peking Wok was the aroma of cigars. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive turquoise and tan decor. We were greeted and seated in the Chain Room, a sophisticated room decorated with numerous comic books and odd pickles. Our waiter, whose name was Armand, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were sauerkraut, cornbread, cornbread, and dirty rice. I decided to order Pancakes Burgundaise and my companion, Kim, ordered Lasagna Burgundaise. Armand seemed megalomaniacal as he brought in our orders about twenty-one minutes later. I had a plate of prime rib on the side, and Kim had a serving of macaroni and cheese. A cup of eggnog was a perfect complement for my pancakes.
The Pancakes was puzzling but a bit ruined. The common way to cook with calamari is to fry first, but our chef chooses to braise, then blend it into the pancakes. Kim thought the lasagna seemed a bit overgrown, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about sixty-one dollars, which I think is peachy. Overall, the food was atrocious, the atmosphere was indifferent, and the service was ridiculous. If you are a hairy person, this might not be the ideal place for you.