I had no idea Dungeoness Crab even existed until I moved into my present apartment. Even with my current knowledge that it’s a large crab found in the Pacific, it still ranks nowhere near Beer and Breakfast on my list of necessities.
Not that I’ve ever had breakfast at the Garden Court Eatery either. Let’s be honest- its sole value in my life is limited to purveying beer, slightly stale kaiser rolls, and the occasional pint of Häagen-Dazs. That’s convenience.
Rick Nichols, of the Philadelphia Inquirer, also found the concept of Dollar Dog Night noteworthy. He also had the wherewithal to make it to the first such event of the season and was less than ecstatic with what he found: Read the rest of this entry »
Posting has been slim in this space over the last week, thanks to the assumption of some new professional responsibilities. Needless to say, I have a newfound respect for those who work in restaurants, now that I am one of them.
While I only handle the most basic of restaurant tasks in my new position of support/host at an establishment that will remain unidentified, I haven’t finished a training shift without being overcome with a feeling of utter incapability. This sensation hits me like a cresting wave, and I move through my work as distracted as I would be if I were soaking wet. Luckily, I have yet to douse myself, or others, with any liquids. But my efforts at mastering carrying three plates at once did result in a portion of salad sliding onto my shirt last night, in an effort to keep the entire salad from landing on the floor.
I’ve been assured that it all gets easier. I can only hope so. Until then, I’ll be at home, practicing carrying plates.
Let’s go Phils!
Sure, it’s 45 degrees and misting outside. Still, I can’t lie: I have baseball fever. It’s opening day, and while I don’t have tickets to this afternoon’s game, that hasn’t stopped me from wearing my Chase Utley jersey for the first time since I received it for my birthday. Read the rest of this entry »
This is someone else’s picture. Trust me, the one I cooked looked just as good.
Unlike other American cities like New York, Chicago, and even Ann Arbor, Michigan, Indo-Chinese cooking has apparently not yet caught on in Philadelphia. And that’s a shame.
“Too much of one thing is good for nothing,” sang reggae artist Max Romeo, suggesting in the roots reggae anthem “Aily and Ailaloo” that a man shouldn’t work all the time and should smoke ganja to unwind.
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No- not this Jim’s- the West Philly one. The one without any google images.
I couldn’t start writing about food in Philadelphia without paying notice to one hoary standard, the item that people across the nation associate with the city, the cheesesteak. While many here, with justifiable cause, have recently asserted the roast pork sandwich to be the true champion on a soft Italian roll, I can’t entirely turn my back on thinly sliced grilled beef, provolone cheese and properly caramelized onions.
