Luckily for Philly, Rob Cassell found a way to get past early challenges to start turning out Bluecoat Gin in April 2006. That blue glass bottle has become ubiquitous wherever mixologists turn out labor-intensive cocktails.
If you've visited the Fair Food Farmstand in the Reading Terminal Market, and you’ve found coolers filled with raw milk, pasture-raised eggs and humanely raised meats. But what you probably haven't done is ask about the story behind these locally produced items. That's about to change.
Bartram’s Garden, the pre-revolutionary home of naturalist John Bartram, is an unlikely location to begin with. Located next to a housing project in Southwest Philadelphia, the unassuming entrance masks Bartram’s stone house, the historic garden and the woods along the river. Even more unlikely are the five sets of beehives tended by local beekeepers.
It’s time to lessen the blow and salve our collective wounds by beginning to plan for one of the precious few nights of the year when excess and debauchery are not so much encouraged as expected.
Blackened snapper found its counterpoint in a creamy vin blanc sauce; perhaps a hair sweeter than I’d prefer, but the jalapeño corn spoon bread and jalapeño corn tartar sauce provided a moderately spicy juxtaposition.
The meatballs, ridiculously tender and oozing from their center with fontina cheese, may as well be religious idols, worthy of worship.
The name is dubious, but the food is mighty good.