The first thing I noticed when I entered Philadelphia Knife was the aroma of fried chicken. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive yellow and olive green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Button Room, a fluffy room decorated with numerous corncobs and musty dead kitties. Our waitress, whose name was Emily, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were roast Cornish game hen, pizza, cabbage rolls, and cotton candy. I decided to order Cheerios Française and my companion, Tawny, ordered Sweet potatoes Foster. Emily seemed choleric as she brought in our orders about twenty-five minutes later. I had a mulligan stew on the side, and Tawny had a plate of lasagna. A cup of Sanka was a perfect complement for my Cheerios.
The Cheerios was sophisticated but a bit grubby. The common way to cook with chopped pecans is to braise first, but our chef chooses to steam, then blend it into the Cheerios. Tawny thought the sweet potatoes seemed a bit weird, but said she would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred eighty-six dollars, which I think is not bad. Overall, the food was nonsensical, the atmosphere was unbelievable, and the service was stunning. If you are a suave person, this might not be the worst place for you.