The area South of the airport offers few options for dining. What's one to do? Go to the neighborhood joints. Serving Philly 's Essingtonians since 1938, Lehman's is a time capsule. Driving up you think you may be going to a funeral home. The building is old, but Lehman's is a lively haunt. The bar is friendly and Jack will make you feel at home with hospitality, humor and conversation. He'll even let Boston area customers watch the Red Sox playoffs! The dining room is simple and homey. The Service TEAM excellent. The food? Home made applesauce , home cut French fries, huge entree portions. Wow. Should be offered Family Style. My colleagues ordered London Broil. Both platters could have fed families of four. Very well prepared. I had broiled Mushroom Caps filled with lump crab imperial. Six HUGE caps with generous crab. Each of us had Chicken Parmesan Soup. Unusually good. Weaknesses? Rolls were cold, dipping sauce (dicey marinara?) served with decent garlic bread was bland. One colleague on a previous visit had Veal Parmesan not with marinara but with BROWN MUSHROOM GRAVY! Sounds gross but the meal was spectacular. I really enjoyed the place and hope to return.

First off...they allow smoking in the tavern part of the restaurant and I'm sorry but closing a door between the rooms doesn't make it disappear.
The food was very expensive. They delivered condiments for a seafood platter that was $28 in plastic tavern cups...food was awful, service was very slow. The place is old and run down.

Thought it was great. Staff was friendly and very attentive. Huge salad served with the entree. Decent little place, but don't order the sparkling water--$5 for a 10 oz bottle! I about passed out when I saw that two little shot glasses of sparkling water (normally had for $2) were $5 here.

It's a real tipoff when, on a beautiful summer Saturday night, a shore-side restaurant is empty. This restaurant is only a stone's throw from the shore and near many marinas, but we found the place empty at 8:00 pm, and for very good reasons. When a restaurant cannot be bothered to keep its restrooms even marginally clean, I suspect that management has gone south. The woefully substandard bathroom hygiene proved to be a reliable predictor of food quality -- or lack thereof.

You know you are in trouble when the tastiest food item are the baked beans. The ribs, BBQ chicken, and crabcake all raised the question of whether the food has been cooked or merely microwaved. The portions were huge, but what's the point if each bite disappoints?

The exceptionally high prices add insult to injury, the wound not being salved by pleasant-enough service: Entrees start at a price level equal to premium dining locations in Center City Philadelphia, and do not even begin to meet their freshness, quality, and preparation expertise. This is food produced by cooks, NOT chefs, so the staggering price point rankles even more.

This restaurant is not quaint, not charming, not anything. Save your money and spend it on gas to drive to a real restaurant.

The tavern is located near the Philly Airport and came highly recommended by Courtyard Marriott front desk staff and shuttle driver.

The moment I stepped off the shuttle I knew that things were not going to be good.

The exterior is worn and there were only two cars in the parking lot. The interior is worn as well and the furnishings have not been dusted or washed in years as evidenced by the thick dust. However, it was the smell of musty smoke that first assualts your nose. This place needs a good washing out. Needless to say I sat in non-smoking.

The non-smoking room is old wood paneling with dusty curtains and not far enough away from the smokers in the tavern area. The menu was a simple paper menu presented in a leather folio....as if that would lend an air of elegance. It simply looks goofy IMO.

The wine list was joke...nothing worthy of being drunk unless you prefer overpriced poor tasting wines. Mondavi and whose lambrusco (?) are not fine wines. There were no bottles of wine, only wine by the glass. I scanned the beer selection and saw that Guinness was misspelled which made me shudder. The best beer offered and they can't even spell it correctly? When I considered ordering it, my daughter interjected that perhaps it really wasn't Guinness. She had a point.

I ordered the broiled seafood combination which had shrimp, scallops, crab leg, lobster tail, and some unnamed fish fillet accompanied with a baked potato and applesauce. None of the seafood was edible nor the potato! Yes even the potato was disgusting. All the seafood has been cooked to smithereens and then dusted with something red...presumably cayenne to disguise the offending off fish. There was nothing broiled or fresh about this meal. I nearly gagged on the fish. It was way past it's prime. I kept thinking Gordon Ramsay would have a field day I here.

The only edible things to eat were the applesauce, the wrapped Kebler crackers, and the butter pats.