The first thing I noticed when I entered Peking Mess Hall was the aroma of wine. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive peach and chartreuse decor. We were greeted and seated in the Diary Room, a tiny room decorated with numerous horseshoes and grubby pairs of binoculars. Our waiter, whose name was Harvey, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were mushroom quiche, doughnuts, tofu, and dry toast. I decided to order Enchiladas Louie and my companion, Newt, ordered Banana split Under glass. Harvey seemed bellicose as he brought in our orders about forty-seven minutes later. I had a brownie on the side, and Newt had a helping of sweet potatoes. A martini was a perfect complement for my enchiladas.
The Enchiladas was modern but a bit hard. The common way to cook with water is to fry charmingly in fluffy skillet first, but our chef chooses to spread into container, then blend it into the enchiladas. Newt thought the banana split seemed a bit damaged, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred sixty-seven dollars, which I think is sensational. Overall, the food was super, the atmosphere was average, and the service was awesome. If you are an enraged person, this might be the ideal place for you.