Here’s what we love about food in Philadelphia: everything. No, seriously. From the street vendor’s commonest cheesesteak to the most subtly spiced French-Asian hybrid delicacy, it’s all good. But some of it? Some of it is awesome. So here are 50 suggestions for dishes, ranging from sophisticated to speedy, that you’ve just got to try—whether you’re in town for the day or here for keeps.
Kids aren’t necessarily the only people who want or need nonalcoholic mixed drinks, though. Mothers-to-be, teetotalers permanent or temporary—there are plenty of adults who don’t want to get tipsy but also don’t want to miss out on the vibe of their social circle.
Once upon a time, by which we mean two and a half years ago, the American retail/media complex became obsessed with trying to “help” us all drink (and dress) in aesthetic harmony with the cast of Mad Men.
Five chefs take a five-hour drive to a brewery. They get a tour, meet the brewmaster, eat dinner, talk food. They taste beer. They take notes. They then drive five hours back to Philly.Beer. Brew tour. Brewmaster. B&B. Baseball. Back. That’s the plan, anyway. But one of the five, the one they call The Pretty One, is nowhere to be found. Fuuuccckkk.
For the short period of time that Fitler has been open, its food is remarkably confident: The distance between the intent of each dish and its execution is virtually nonexistent. And the way it straddles the line between higher-concept and comfort is something that many restaurants far further along in their evolution still struggle to achieve.
You know the moment at the end of a date, that nanosecond between the time you decide to go in for a kiss and the moment your lips actually touch for the first time? That’s kind of how I get right before opening the list at a wine bar I’ve never been to. But reading the glass list at Urban Enoteca was the equivalent of making out with a dead fish.
PW's drunks think Locust Bar is the best straight bar that's turning into a gay bar. They also think Abby's Desert Lounge is the best place to catch an awesome cover band. Cheers!
Finding a good bar is like finding a soul mate. The very air around you should sing softly of future memories forged on the strength of the bond created upon that first fateful meeting. When your foot crosses the threshold for the first time, the force of the atmosphere should drag you forward like a willing victim into Dracula’s castle. The personality of the bar should fold itself around you, whispering assurances that you have indeed entered a space that is alive: with excitement, with curiosity, with warmth.