Peabodymemphis Reviews 

The rooms are great. So clean. The staff are excellent. My favorite dessert from their deli is the pecan tart. I love that they do give free coffee in the morning. And i love the ducks! So lucky they have their own mansion on the rooftop. A great experience

A Five-Star Review

A Refined Symphony of Flavor and Hospitality at Chez Philippe

Dining at Chez Philippe at The Peabody Hotel in Memphis is more than a meal—it's an experience that reveals the art of intention and invention, warmth and hospitality.

As I crossed the threshold, I was greeted by a scene of timeless sophistication: a tiered dining room adorned with crisp linens and gleaming table settings, where tuxedoed waitstaff moved with a quiet dignity that spoke of reverence for tradition. Yet, beyond the impeccable ambiance, it was the human touch—their mastery, care, and genuine kindness—that transformed the evening into an extraordinary testament to hospitality.

The hostess, whose name I hold in such esteem that I won’t risk misspelling it here, greeted me with a graciousness that felt like the opening note of a beautiful symphony. Her warm smile and kind words made me feel cherished as if she had been awaiting my arrival and preparing for an evening of perfection. Her presence set a tone of kindness and expectancy that remained throughout.

Then there was Phillip, my dedicated waiter. He approached with an abundance of generosity and lovingkindness, pouring out his care with such earnestness that I felt undeservingly blessed in his presence. His command of the menu was remarkable, but it was his passion that elevated the ordinary into the sublime.

A procession of canapés preceded the first course, each a miniature marvel—from one with a whisper of citrus paired with a hint of spice to another where the earthy richness of truffle mingled with the brightness of fresh herbs and petals. The delicate layers revealed flavors surprising and delighting me with their harmony and invention. With each new canapé, my anticipation grew. This was not simply food, but an adventure crafted to inspire awe, transforming the table into a gallery of edible art, each one seeming to whisper, if you think this is good, just wait until you see and taste what’s next.

The progression felt seamless.

Wine pairing is among Phillip’s strengths. His tales of the wine’s intricate flavors transported me all over France. Through one such storytelling, I was in a small vineyard in Burgundy where grapes are cradled by morning mists and shaped by centuries of devotion, bringing a piece of that distant soil to my glass. These were not mere recommendations; they were offerings of connection, delivered with a warmth that made me feel less like a guest and more like an honored friend.

The cuisine, crafted by the skilled hands of the Chef, was nothing short of breathtaking. The Tuna Crudo arrived as a delicate overture presented by the chef himself. His gesture of pouring the bath for the tuna felt intimate—a window into the motive of his heart—I was someone he wanted to delight.

Intermezzo: An unexpected invitation. Midway through the evening, I was respectfully escorted beyond velvet curtains to a table in the heart of the kitchen, opposite Chef Kevin Clinton—a man whose full name carries the weight of his culinary stature, yet who greeted me simply as “Kevin.” His humility disarmed me; here was a maestro of his craft, extending the warmth of a friend. He presented a mint dessert, a vibrant, not-too-sweet creation that burst with refreshing coolness, cleansing the palate for the courses to come. It was a moment of exquisite intimacy, a privileged glimpse into the soul of Chez Philippe. Standing there, I realized that every step is orchestrated as part of a grand design—it was a connection, a bridge between creator and guest, forged in mutual appreciation.

Once comfortably re-nestled and sipping from a fresh glass of wine, the Elk Tenderloin was before me, a triumph of texture and taste. Tender and succulent, its rich flavors were deepened by a subtle smokiness that lingered like a fond memory. Each bite melted on the tongue, leaving a trail of savory delight that danced long after it was gone.

The countless-course adventure concluded with the Chocolate Soufflé, a masterpiece of indulgence. Its airy lightness gave way to a molten core of rich chocolate, enveloping the senses in a warm, sweet embrace—a perfect finale to an evening of unparalleled artistry.

As I savored what remained in my goblet, I reflected on the sweetness of the night. The food was exquisite, the setting elegant beyond measure, but it was the people—especially Phillip—who left an indelible mark. His thoughtful gestures, like the stories he shared with each glass of wine, carried a smile that felt like friendship.

Stepping into the night, the glow of Chez Philippe lingered—a promise that here, dining becomes a celebration of life’s finest moments, waiting for all who enter.