It certainly does look like a brothel—almost cartoonishly so, as if the brothel were in a Haunted Mansion where Grimace was the madam. (Swallow, May 14, 2008)
DOCK TEASE: Food at West Philly’s revived brewery leaves you blue. (Dock Street, Jan. 16, 2008)
The dark strips of fruit- and nut-flecked onion looked like a school of dead swamp eels wearing bedazzled tights... (Pizzeria Stella, Dec. 22, 2009)
Skip the Breathalyzer-busting Stoli Vanil root beer float (like making out with a hooker from Chernobyl). (South Philadelphia Tap Room, Apr. 30, 2008)
[The branzino’s] skin, not crisp enough, slides off in one sheet like a fish-flavored fruit roll-up. (Chick’s Cafe and Wine Bar, May 7, 2008)
Sculptor Joe Brenman’s Virgin … well, at the risk of my immortal soul, she looks like a drag cabaret headliner, with the va-va-voom bod of Jessica Rabbit and the mitts of a power forward. (Camino Real, Feb. 25, 2009)
The rhubarb was tooth-bustingly crunchy, and its astringent nature in its undercooked state blasted the scallops’ delicate sweetness. It was like taking a power-washer to a puppy. (Saute, May 19, 2009)
If Amada is the vixen of the family and Tinto the brainy sister, then Distrito is the black sheep that hit the border to make it as a successful drag queen in Hollywood. (Distrito, Sep. 24, 2008)
If I don’t have a lot of money but would like to drink a lot of booze, I should try … sleeping with a bartender.
Wine with Mexican Food? Sí!