Top Row (from left): One World Coffee, raw milk, lardo, bacon. Bottom Row: beef cubes, Pub Cheddar, Cow Pie, Parmesan, Orange Cardamom Sausage Read the rest of this entry »
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Betty’s Speakeasy
November in Food Land takes us to the world of tasty, tasty fudge. Ok, so I stole the adjective directly from the name of this month’s subject: Betty’s Tasty Buttons. That’s laziness on the part of this food writer. Find out about founder Liz Begosh’s move to some fancy new digs. Go to article. (Sorry that Philly Weekly screwed up the formatting.)
Together at Last
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.
The Corned Beef Special
That’s a lot of meat.
From middle school and through high school, my family would spend Sunday dinner at my grandfather’s house. Grandpop still lived in the house in which my mother grew up; a fifteen minute drive from our home.
Dinner was a low-key affair. Sometimes there would be a pot of chicken soup that grandpop had recently cooked. But the core of the meal were cold cuts from the deli case at the Acme and rye and pumpernickel from Greenberg’s Bakery (no longer in existence) on Haverford Avenue. Grandpop certainly didn’t keep kosher, but all the same, there never was any ham. Instead, we would eat beef salami, turkey breast, and corned beef. There was generally some Jarlsberg light or Alpine Lace Swiss around the table, but I didn’t eat much cheese back then. And we also had some sides: potato salad and coleslaw. Read the rest of this entry »
Ballpark Food Redux
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 »
Ballpark Food
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 »
Cliché #1: The Cheesesteak
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.
