Manayunk’s new BBQ joint pairs great brisket and ham with a fine selection of beer and whiskey.
The range of meats and vegetables and other dunkables is far too broad to ever be able to experience them all even over the course of several visits, but I do plan on returning often to try to work my way through them.
Borne in an oval-shaped cast-iron trivet and lined up like the winning float in the chicken-pride-day parade, each delicate knob shimmered with a pancetta agrodolce and was studded with dimples of charred flesh.
The team here is working with the foods that formed the scaffolding of my youth, that you’ve cooked in some combination or another for practically every Jewish holiday you ever hosted.
It tastes like a cup of iced coffee from that national donut place, but you’d never know it.