How wise we were to pick 6pm for our reservation. By 7 it was fairly noisy, and by 8, incredibly loud. We started off with a wonderful impression made by the three young men who helped a member of our party negotiate the steps (about 6) to the dining room. I had arranged for assistance, because the dining room isn't quite handicap accessible, but the assitance was given with grace.
Menu freaked me out a bit. No one dish insisted on being ordered, but every single entree called out, "pick me" because of unique touches. I loved my mustard-crusted pork chop,($20) with was served sliced, off the bone, whilst the bone was standing up on a bed of yummy collard greens. Meat was slighly rare for pork, but I decided not to be concerned--tender, tasty, wise choice. My husband, who is not a dish-sharer,(drat) picked the roasted cauliflower lasanga with almond bechamel, camalized onions, and truffled pecorino. Our friends did share a taste of "Hawaaian Butterfish" with celery root puree/lamb shoulder braised with coffee, with chesnut puree. Oh yeah. Marigold has a way with unusual vegetables; both main dishes were spot on.
Same menu problem with desserts. No one dessert leaped to the top, but all sounded worthy. Here portions were too tiny to share, and I had to content myself with my my own selection of three artisanal/DOC cheeses. Room temperature, nice presentation, a tad small, but oh so good.
Service 10/food 9 1/2/ambience echt Victorian West Philly. Sure wish I lived in that nabe--would be there once a week to sample the entire menu, in turns.