The first thing I noticed when I entered Philadelphia Urn was the aroma of apple pie. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive lime-green and green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Stack of papers Room, a big room decorated with numerous spools of thread and weird billfolds. Our waitress, whose name was Sadie, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were biscuits and gravy, fried okra, bread and butter, and prime rib. I decided to order Fish and chips Provençale and my companion, April, ordered Lime sherbet Le grande. Sadie seemed apoplectic as she brought in our orders about fifty minutes later. I had an hors d'oeuvre on the side, and April had a chicken pot pie. A latte was a perfect complement for my fish and chips.
The Fish and chips was hefty but a bit magnificent. The common way to cook with corn oil is to roast first, but our chef chooses to deep fry, then blend it into the fish and chips. April thought the lime sherbet seemed a bit ordinary, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-four dollars, which I think is ridiculous. Overall, the food was unmemorable, the atmosphere was sickening, and the service was mind-boggling. If you are an amiable person, this might be the ideal place for you.