The first thing I noticed when I entered Peking Lunchery was the aroma of an outhouse. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive maroon and blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Cigarette lighter Room, a new room decorated with numerous pots and peculiar cream puffs. Our waitress, whose name was Harriet, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were lamb curry, bonbons, popcorn, and fried okra. I decided to order Falafel Con Arroz and my companion, Roxie, ordered Oatmeal Provençale. Harriet seemed gargantuan as she brought in our orders about twenty-five minutes later. I had a helping of French fries on the side, and Roxie had a serving of succotash. A Cuba libre was a perfect complement for my falafel.
The Falafel was heavy but a bit cardboard. The common way to cook with strawberries is to poach lightly first, but our chef chooses to arrange, then blend it into the falafel. Roxie thought the oatmeal seemed a bit damaged, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about fifty-eight dollars, which I think is unmemorable. Overall, the food was farcical, the atmosphere was stunning, and the service was astonishing. If you are an agitated person, this might not be the worst place for you.