Mish Mish — Restaurant in Philadelphia

What a disappointment. We were a table of four and given it was a “sharing” menu, we literally ordered the entire menu. Food came out way too fast. We felt rushed the entire time we were there. The food itself was good, but portion size vs pricing was ludicrous. The staff is pretentious and there was zero warmth from anyone who came to our table. As said we were a table of four. When the asparagus dish came out there were seven spears. How about eight so each of us can get two each? The sweet potato dish was a quarter of a potato. The last dish to arrive was the swordfish. There were three comically small pieces on the plate. Each piece was less than one inch big. Had to be 3oz of protein at the most. We called over the owner and politely asked if it would be possible to get a fourth piece as there were four of us and the pieces were so small. He pretended like it wasn’t up to him and retreated to the kitchen. Came back to say they would have to charge us for another dish if we wanted another comically small piece. I told him his response was ridiculous and he got snippy with us. He did nothing to try to defuse the situation, just total attitude and then hid in the kitchen the rest of the meal and ignored us. It’s clear he has zero interest in making his guests feel welcomed. We literally ordered the entire menu and ordered multiple rounds of drinks. The bill was well over $350 and we couldn’t get a small piece of fish so each of us could get a taste? There was no offer of “hey sorry about, coffee is on us” or bring out a small dessert and say it’s comped. It’s clear he has no talent in finding a positive outcome to guest requests. He should go back to being a blogger and leave the restaurant business to those that understand how to make guests feel welcomed and taken care of. We left annoyed,...

We have been wanting to get here for a few weeks and took my wife’s birthday as the perfect occasion. You will first notice an orange apricot hanging from outside the corner of tasker and East Passyunk. This is not peach as many people think it is. It is an apricot, the Arabic transition of its namesake.

The space is small and intimate, as is the menu. We were interested in just about every dish, so we did eat had to be and ordered all but one, sorry octopus, maybe next time. Being lovers of all things cheese, we had to go with two orders of fried Armenian cheese. Excellent decision. So light and crispy and flavorful.

Service was outstanding, and Alison and the team were on top of everything. Even the busboy, Alex, was very helpful with our wine selection. Who knew the busboy was so knowledgeable—cough, cough.

The crispy potatoes came out next, and we’re seasoned well and lived up to their name: so many crisp edges and a wonderful dipping sauce.

The beet salad was one of the surprises of the evening. I’m not usually a beet lover but this salad was a knockout. So much flavor and a refreshing dish between the fried goodness.

Grilled shrimp came out somewhere along the way and while tasty were not our favorite. I like my shrimp a little more done and found then slightly under seasoned.

The crab with fregola was a dish with a silky sauce and sun dried tomatoes. You just get the pomegranate lacquered chicken. Again I don’t normally go for chicken but family style as it was I got to try it and it was the most tender and flavorful chicken. Even the breast was moist but I stuck with the thigh.

Love what Alex ( @xtewfik) is doing here and went with an idea he had. Wish them continued success and with the menu they have now I can see great...

Have you ever wished you could shut off your sense of sight at the flick of a button to heighten your sense of taste? Do you find yourself being treated with too much hospitality when eating out and wanting to do the restaurant a favor instead? Did you find your most recent dining experience too easy and left wishing there were more brain teasers incorporated? Well look no further (literally)…Introducing Mish Mish where sudden onset macular degeneration defines the dining experience (because food isn’t meant to be seen) and, at the scripted recommendation of several servers, “you’ll probably be fine” ordering the whole menu. The vibes are refined - 17th century lighting drops the visitor into a culturally appropriate Benjamin Franklin escape room and Ride Wit Me by Nelly ft St. Lunatics is barely heard over boomers rustling for their cell phone flashlights. The secret to a more mainstream go of it is not asking the servers to turn the lights up - restaurant go’ers will only be told, “We can’t - it’s the vibe here ¯(ツ)/¯.” Instead, the key is to use sharp objects by dim votive light to pretend the chicken portion needs to be cut in half before ingesting. This process, repeated 3-4 times depending on how many $36 small plates “for sharing” are ordered, is all the more delightfully ironic when the servers ask their willing participants “Are you full?” at the end of “dinner.” And if you’d like to participate a bit more in the theatrics, bread for the table is $4 and there is a $28 candle advertised in the dark bathroom.

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