By PW Staff
We’ve been stuffing ourselves to the gills around here with soul food from every corner of this fair city. And in the Food & Drink Issue you can see where, exactly, we’ve been doing it. Dig in.
Too often, we tend to drink the same stuff every time we go out. Here, then, is what a real New Year’s resolution should be about: Not exercising more, not curbing your road rage, but drinking better, and drinking more adventurously. Philadelphia is the right town to do that in. Despite the iron fist of the Philadelphia Liquor Control Board, there’s a thriving, creative drinking culture here that will challenge and inspire you if you’re up for it.
All of the pizzas are framed by a dough that’s crafted in-house. At its best, it results in a crust that lends its toppings a yeasty-sweet and char-flecked depth. Sometimes, however, the pizzas would have benefited from a bit more crispiness. The crust at the edges of all the pizzas, however, was across-the-board excellent, freckled black and blistered from the oven’s heat.
With Don Draper and Co. back on television and a nationwide cocktail renaissance that shows no signs of slowing down, the time couldn’t be riper for a restaurant like the Walnut Street Supper Club. The effect, however, is disappointingly incomplete.
Menapace brines, then fries the bony little buggers, rendering the considerable fat succulent and the strands of meat both crisp and redolent with piggy goodness—think crunchy bacon and fatty pork belly, twisted together around a bone not unlike a chicken wing.