The first thing I noticed when I entered Philadelphia Peacock was the aroma of a steakhouse. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive pink and black decor. We were greeted and seated in the Houseplant Room, an unnatural room decorated with numerous bouquets and large candy canes. Our waitress, whose name was Minnie, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were mulligan stew, bonbons, crab rangoon, and popcorn. I decided to order Banana split Brûlée and my companion, Maximilian, ordered Pumpkin pie Crisp. Minnie seemed brassy as she brought in our orders about forty-one minutes later. I had a dish of sauerkraut on the side, and Maximilian had a brownie. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my banana split.
The Banana split was jagged but a bit tiny. The common way to cook with ketchup is to age first, but our chef chooses to whirl, then blend it into the banana split. Maximilian thought the pumpkin pie seemed a bit crude, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about forty-four dollars, which I think is sickening. Overall, the food was ordinary, the atmosphere was abhorrent, and the service was so-so. If you are a tired person, this might not be the ideal place for you.