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(04/13/06 4:00am)
This leavening-free recipe comes from my very own Jewish Grandma Florence, of Scranton, PA. Separating the eggs and beating the egg whites takes a couple extra minutes, but it's worth it when you taste the light fluffy goodness of these pancakes.
(04/06/06 4:00am)
Small plates are the newest and hottest dining trend, and Philly has finally caught on. They have great appeal, allowing diners to sample a wide range of the menu and submit to the dietician's biggest no-no: grazing. While Old City's hip and expansive Amada introduced Philly to tapas with the flavors of Spain, where this dining concept originated, Ansill takes a more liberal approach. In a long, narrow dining room on a Queen Village corner, the cuisine is classified as "European tapas," which translates into little plates ranging from a fan of five pristine slices of hamachi ceviche ($6) to fluffy scrambled duck eggs ($8) to crostini topped with bone marrow ($4).
(03/23/06 5:00am)
Until the age of 18, I thought the Queen only existed on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, where I spent two weeks of every summer of my childhood. Before my dad could even put the minivan into park, I'd run out to the service window, where a mulleted kid would take my order with a tooth-missing smile and proudly present my Oreo Blizzard in the traditional fashion (upside down), demonstrating its thickness and therefore its worthiness.
(03/16/06 5:00am)
The first clue that Gioia Mia is an authentic Italian restaurant is not the antipasto della casa, with prosciutto and fresh mozzarella, or the perfect preparation of rigatoni all'amatriciana. It is the smiling, talkative maitre d', Luca, who immediately befriends you at the door, and in his boisterous Italian accent, tells you about his hometown of Lecce, near the heel of the boot.
(02/23/06 5:00am)
Friday morning, Steven Cook answers six calls for reservations in a span of 15 minutes. He politely turns some callers away--those naively hoping to get squeezed in for Saturday night, or for Valentines Day, still two weeks away.
(02/23/06 5:00am)
If you can't make it down to Mexico or South America for spring break, just head a few miles North, to Pura Vida. After a couple of hours in the sunny dining room, with its orange and yellow sponge-painted walls, potted plants, turquoise-tinted glass block windows and Spanish music playing in the background, it takes a minute to snap back to reality when the winter air greets you on your way out the door.
(02/16/06 5:00am)
Vegetarians, vegans and Kosher kids who don't partake in Hemos or the Steak Queen don't have to miss out on Philly's wonderfully cheap food cart lunches. Magic Carpet operates two carts on campus -- one at 36th and Spruce and the other across from Fisher-Bennett Hall at 34th and Walnut.
(02/02/06 5:00am)
The lively crowd in the front room -- the one where you'll find the long, mahogany bar -- should be a clue as to what Irish Pub does best. Those sitting on barstools with mugs full of Guinness, Stella or Newcastle Brown, chosen from the pub's lengthy on-tap selection, have the right idea. They chat with each other and with the bartenders as they munch on well-executed renditions of classic bar food, like heaping plates of golden-brown onion rings, potato skins and buffalo wings.
(01/19/06 5:00am)
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(12/01/05 5:00am)
College Student's BYOB ritual: En route downtown, you make your cab pull over in front of Wine and Spirits at 41st and Market. You run out and grab the first cheap bottle you see. If you have a bit more time, you might scan the shelves for a moment, then settle upon a bottle with a cool-looking label. For those who are recently or not yet legal, the world of tannins, aromas and grape varietals remains an enigma. Still, even the novice freshman will be able to taste the difference between these recommendations of Svetlana Googins, wine manager at Penne Restaurant and Wine Bar, and that familiar glass (plastic cup) of Franz.
(11/17/05 5:00am)
On breaks from college in the early years, I slept in the white sleigh bed that I begged for in third grade. Haphazardly tacked-up photos of 14-year-old kids at school dances and pool parties still filled my bulletin boards. My 'wallpaper' was made up of 200-some Absolut Vodka ads, which I curiously began collecting at the age of 10. I ran out of wall space long before drinking was even cool. Glued to my matching sleigh bed desk were numerous pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas, torn from Tiger Beat. Somewhere between images of J.T.T.'s teeny-bopper visage, the name Ben was carved into the wood, in honor of my sixth-grade boyfriend, who later switched to private school and became a pretty legit suburban drug dealer.
(11/17/05 5:00am)
Step into Estia, and immediately escape the impending Philadelphia winter. This new addition to the Center City scene transports the diner from Locust Street straight to Greece. The elegant Mediterranean decor is tastefully elaborate, without overdoing the theme to Disney-fied proportions. Ask for a booth on the mezzanine a few steps above it all, and watch as vested waiters float seamlessly from the open kitchen to the dining area, weaving around stone columns under a ceiling of exposed wood beams. Romantic lighting is emitted from wrought iron chandeliers and sconces. The breathtaking space seats over 200, but still manages to achieve the utmost intimacy.
(10/27/05 4:00am)
In Prime, Meryl Streep portrays the Jewish Mother rather convincingly as Lisa Metzger, a therapist who discovers her patient (Uma Thurman), who's 37, divorced and definitely not Jewish, is dating her 23-year-old son (Bryan Greenberg). Sure, she'd rather her son be a CPA or a lawyer than follow his true calling as an artist and worries about the religion of her future grandchildren over a pastrami on rye, but Streep refrains from beating the stereotype to death. The relationship between Rafi (Thurman) and David (Greenberg) plays out while Lisa keeps her discovery to herself, nervously downing countless glasses of water as Rafi unknowingly gushes about David's beautiful penis in the weekly psychoanalysis sessions.
(10/20/05 4:00am)
Find your parents' TV counterparts, and follow our suggestions of where to feed them this weekend -- or, better yet, where they should feed you.
(10/06/05 4:00am)
Last Friday afternoon, as weary travelers waited in a lengthy line to pass through Philadelphia International Airport security, we self-importantly strode past them, under the protective wing of our escort Ruth, a Philadelphia Airport executive. Armed with spiral-bound notebooks in lieu of luggage, our goal was not to depart from the airport but to determine whether there was anything edible within it.
(10/06/05 4:00am)
Let's face it. No hour spent waiting in the airport is a Happy Hour. They know you're trapped, and don't feel the need to entice you with any specials. But if you need a little something to calm your nerves before a flight, Jet Rock Bar and Grill will make you just a little happier any time of day.
(09/22/05 4:00am)
Europeans don't do brunch. The concept of one huge meal that's supposed to merge breakfast and lunch -- but really provides an excuse to eat enough food to take care of dinner too -- was invented by us gluttonous Americans. Although they don't have brunch, per se, you can still waste away your weekend hours at the adorable Cafe Lutecia, enjoying Euro-style breakfast and lunch from a menu of French fare.
(09/15/05 4:00am)
There comes a point when you've placed just one too many orders with campusfood.com and eaten one too many meals on the stack of Franzia boxes that serves as your classy coffee table. You long for a home-cooked meal at your kitchen table -- even if your mom was one of those who defrosted chicken tenders every night.
(12/02/04 5:00am)
Stephen Starr's take on the cheesesteak is a far cry from the paper-wrapped, whiz-topped Philly classic you know and love. It comes loaded with shaved Kobe beef, lobster, truffles, taleggio cheese and a $100 price tag at Barclay Prime.
(11/18/04 5:00am)
Late-night dining options are very, very sad. Wherever you are, you can always count on some diner serving up questionable eggs all night. But after a certain hour, most restaurants close down the kitchen and direct everyone to the bar. Old City's Fork is a stylish bistro that forgoes this trend, offering a reasonably priced late night menu until 1 a.m. on weekends.