cilantro wrote:Go straight to Tommy DiNic's at Reading Terminal Market and get the "Italian pulled pork". Fantastic either by itself or adorned with sharp provolone and broccoli rabe. You can thank me later.
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It probably won't be ice cream weather, but
Capogiro nearby at 13th and Sansom makes some incredible gelato.
Yep and yep. Really great sandwich, and that gelato is magnificent. The pistachio was to the nut of the same name as
the mint macaron in St Armand Circle was to that herb. Really amazing stuff. The dark chocolate was no slouch either.
I could have spent a long time in Reading Terminal, and many lunches, but I was very happy to experience the pork-rabe-provolone combo, even if it meant sacrificing a cheesesteak.
Some other stops:
Snackbar--we went here to get our molecular gastronomy on, though the place had apparently changed concepts in the not-too-distant past. Eccentric service, straightforward menu, we split some okay apps and while the rest of the party ordered entrees, I got a panzanella side salad and what appeared to be the strongest holdover from its molecular, a steak tartare with balsamic chips and golden raisins, or something like that.
The panzanella was a disappointment, so deconstructed that the bread didn't get the requisite soak in dressing that defines bread salad. But the steak tartare was truly an excellent dish, high quality meat, sweet/salty/crunchy chips, and plump juicy raisins created a winning marriage of textures and flavors.
City Tavern--a gimmick restaurant purporting to offer authentic colonial-style food. Though clearly violating one of the Mike G principles, it seemed worthwhile just for the history. And as it turned out, the food was quite good. We all ordered cute things--rabbit, deer, duck--in what seemed like an attempt at authenticity. My venison medallions were cooked perfectly, with a rich flavorful sauce, and a hearty helping of toothsome barley--a nice change of pace on the starch. Also served a beer from "Jefferson's recipe" that was distinctive and tasty, a bit spicy, a bit malty. The bread service was also very good and clearly a touch unusual, though I can't speak to authenticity. Servers were all dressed in colonial garb, a harpist played in the background, and though it turned out the whole restaurant had burned to the ground twice and been reinvented. Still, kind of cool to eat in such an old spot in this country. (As an aside, in what seemed to me a very strange coincidence, the chef was Walter Staib, whose name I knew solely because I encountered a cookbook a few weeks prior at a random store in the Florida Keys, and nearly bought because I was so surprised to see a polished-looking collection of recipes offering a Tour of Swabia. It looked like quite a good book, too.)
DiBruno's--I hit up this market (Rittenhouse Square location, rather than the South Philly original) midday and got the Italian Stallion, a collection of lunchmeats and jam and greens. A very good sandwich, but I wish I was in a position to more fully exploit the market's wares--it looked fantastic.
Monk's Cafe, Eulogy Tavern, Southwark--The first two are beer bars, especially renowned for their collection of Belgians. Monk's was slightly more to my taste, but I wouldn't turn down a brew from either. Cocktails at Southwark were quite capably made, a Rittenhouse/Carpano Antica Manhattan and some other whiskey creation of the bartenders devising. A nice, comfortable environment, I'd be happy to return. I'm not sure if it's just because I was there the week after Philadelphia Beer Week, but they seem to have a very vibrant craft brew scene, with some excellent brewers that were pretty much unknown to me. Plus, Dogfish Head is just across the river. I'd think you could totally justify a beer vacation to Philly.
Snackbar
253 South 20th Street
Philadelphia, PA 19103-5633
(215) 545-5655
snackbarltd.com