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.
At this point, it’s hard to imagine California’s Firestone Walker doing any wrong.
For the short period of time that Fitler has been open, its food is remarkably confident: The distance between the intent of each dish and its execution is virtually nonexistent. And the way it straddles the line between higher-concept and comfort is something that many restaurants far further along in their evolution still struggle to achieve.
The food on South Street shares the same DNA as the NoLibs original, the same menu of comforting, fairly priced classics and riffs. The potato latkes remain addictive. Eggs, as always, are done impeccably, from the simple to the baroque.
Their pho, to begin, is excellent, built on a base of broth whose clarity and purity of flavor sets it apart. Unlike so many more deeply developed pho broths in the city, this one is unique for its lightness, delicacy and remarkable freshness. Unfortunately, the beef balls were another story.