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(09/16/04 4:00am)
While we all enjoy the challenge of surviving on bursar alone, the fact still remains that Houston doesn't serve martinis ... And without a swipe of the handy-dandy Penn card to foot the bill, eight dollars can seem pretty steep for a pomegranate-champagne infusion at some Stephen Starr institution. So let's be real here. No self-respecting alcohol enthusiast has only one drink. Trust us. We know. Sure, throwing down a Benjamin for a round of drinks (or two, or three, or 10) looks fairly fly in P. Diddy videos, but most of us just don't have that kind of cash to burn. Here at Street, however, your humble food and drink editors see/empathize with your sobriety and want to lend a helping hand. Every week, we will drink each other under the table in a valiant effort to research the habit we fondly call "broke as fuck boozing." Call us noble. Call us educators. Or call us alcoholics. Whatever.
(09/16/04 4:00am)
Here's the deal: we at Food & Drink think that dining should be an experience -- preferably a good one, with booze. Lots of booze. We know that Au Bon Pain gets old, and that there are only so many times you can go to White Dog when you're feeling particularly organic. So we look at it as our duty, our God-given mandate, to be your culinary explorers here in the City o' Brotherly Love. That in mind, we're going to push the envelope, we're going to go nuts, just so you can get a decent meal and a good cocktail (or beer or shot or whatever it is that kids drink these days). On top of the standard reviews, we'll be offering up ways to make your night out just that much better. Headed to a BYO? Let us recommend the perfect $4.00 bottle of Chianti. We've tasted it. Many, many times. We've gorged ourselves. We've broken all the rules of Atkins and South Beach. We're now in debt. And it's all been for you. That being said, enjoy.
(09/16/04 4:00am)
Restaurants, like hip indie bands, are key when it comes to name dropping. Naturally, it's cooler to mention an unknown Italian BYO than it is to describe last night's meal at Pizza Hut. This in mind, Greek Lady's monumental expansion from charming food cart to established eatery caused some initial discomfort. Was my favorite chicken pita going to be exploited? Like trucker hats, Uggs and Ashton Kutcher, was it destined to be another failed pop culture experiment? The answer, I'm pleased to say, is a resounding "no."
(04/15/04 4:00am)
Walnut Street: home to a variety of Philadelphia establishments such as Le Bec Fin, Rittenhouse Square and Polo. Funny, no one ever seems to mention the Oasis Japanese Buffet situated smack-dab in the middle of this stretch of luxury. Maybe, it's because the restaurant's title includes "buffet," which -- let's face it -- is about as synonymous with "luxury" as "sake" is with "sober."
(04/08/04 4:00am)
The scene is all too familiar: you and your friends have decided to eat downtown. Violent arguments begin to ensue as you decide between one of the 89 Steven Starr restaurants in Philadelphia. Finally, you think to yourself, "For the love of God, why isn't there a place that's reminiscent of 1920s Paris in this damn city?" Well my friend, pine no further -- Caribou Caf‚ is the answer to this all-too-frequent prayer.
(03/25/04 5:00am)
There are a number of reasons why you chose Penn over Drexel: the academics, the prestige, the ability to score above a 650 on the SATs -- just to name a few. If, however, you find yourself questioning the result of your college selection process, do yourself a favor and head to Spring Garden Pizza & Deli on 32nd and Spring Garden. I, for one, can categorically say that I've never been so thankful for Burberry-clad, Parliament-smoking sorority girls in my entire life.
(03/18/04 5:00am)
Vegas -- home to Sinatra, the Bellagio and an inordinate number of questionably cheap Prime Rib Specials. Who would have thought that a guy could find such charm and (ahem) adventure right here in the center of the eastern corridor? Granted, the Las Vegas Lounge at 704 Chestnut lacks the slot machines, the blackjack tables and the overwhelming population of senior citizens that have come to characterize Sin City. But don't be discouraged -- this joint packs a punch during happy hour that's likely to impress even ol' Blue Eyes himself.
(02/26/04 5:00am)
The name "Carman's Country Kitchen" conjures up a variety of images -- most likely visions of lard, pick-up trucks and the causes of America's obesity. But if you find yourself tired of fighting the weekend crowd at Izzy and Zoe's, head down to South Philly for a pleasant -- and wholly unexpected -- surprise.