The Rittenhouse regulars picked up the scent when snackbar opened three years ago. Through three chefs and three concepts, they’ve continued to patronize, unwavering in their loyalty.
By Tim McGinnis
If American Pie taught us anything it’s that the physical act of love with any baked good is pure hedonistic pleasure. But cupcakes are playful, cute and downright tasty. As for David Chang, he’s talented but saltier than soy sauce on a salt lick.
"Indian pizza is our attempt to make Indian food more accessible to people who have never tried it and eventually to gain more mainstream acceptance for Indian cuisine." But sometimes it's better to stick to the classics.
The Beer Lass offers up a half-dozen new brews to carry you through the fall and into the holidays.
If I had kids, I’d take them to Max Brenner. But I’m a grownup, darn it. My tastes are sophisticated, and I won’t be swayed by complimentary mirrors and cute, cool, adorably awesome chocolate-drinking apparatuses … No! I’m going to Naked or Golosa, where the chocolate caters to adults.
Plink, plonk. There fell my testicles to the floor as I sipped the 19th-century roofie. Thank the fertility gods I was already at a bar surrounded by oysters. Quivering, ripe, juicy oysters. If there was ever a place I could get back my mojo it was here at Oyster House, Sam Mink’s chic revival of the Sansom Street classic his father, David, established in 1976.
Welcome to Varga Bar, named for Alberto Vargas, the Peruvian-born painter whose va-va-voom pin-up girls were responsible for more than a few honorable discharges during World War II. An ironic theme for a Gayborhood lounge, but hetero and homo alike can appreciate Jenkintown artist John Albright’s detailed murals, as well as the finessed pub grub from former longtime Valanni chef R. Evan Turney.
