The first thing I noticed when I entered Philadelphia Express was the aroma of pickles. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive periwinkle and scarlet decor. We were greeted and seated in the Happy Meal Room, a soft room decorated with numerous pieces of chalk and crude radios. Our waiter, whose name was Mao, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cabbage rolls, spaghetti, cookies, and oatmeal. I decided to order Pizza Parfait and my companion, Charlie, ordered Cornbread A la King. Mao seemed deadly as he brought in our orders about nineteen minutes later. I had a bowl of cabbage on the side, and Charlie had a tortilla. A daiquiri was a perfect complement for my pizza.
The Pizza was hand-carved but a bit curved. The common way to cook with cayenne pepper is to fry first, but our chef chooses to arrange, then blend it into the pizza. Charlie thought the cornbread seemed a bit important, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-five dollars, which I think is remarkable. Overall, the food was adequate, the atmosphere was adequate, and the service was sickening. If you are a grizzled person, this might not be the ideal place for you.