Food & Drink
Skip dinner
The proprietors of Dessert realize the sorry state of American sweets and aim to combat the legacy of Hershey with nuanced dishes and an intimate bistro setting.
Arbitrary Reasons to Hate Princeton
John Nash might have been smart, but he was socially retarded. Orange and black? Halloween was so last week, loser-faces.
Taste test: Battle of the blueberries
The blueberry muffin is a bakery staple that one Street editor claims "should be its own food group." Any self-respecting bakery or coffee shop offers up a version, (unless they're all out ... screw you ABP) and we scoured campus to find out who's got the best.
Baking for dummies:
Ingredients: 1/2 cup butter 1 1/2 cup shortbread cookies or vanilla wafers, crumbled 1 14 oz. can sweetened condensed milk 1 6 oz.
Mexican Food Ain't Pretty
Mexican cuisine is clearly designed to get diners uncomfortably full, and Taqueria La Veracruzana certainly fits the bill: the resulting doggie bag will be haunting me for weeks.
Top Ten Worst Things to find in your Halloween candy bag:
10 An anchor - this would make your bag very heavy. If you ask for candy, and someone gives you an anchor, simply reply that you appreciate the gesture, but you'd rather have a Twix than an anchor because a Twix is small and tastes like childhood while an anchor is large and tastes like barnacles. 9 Jimmy Hoffa - this too would make your bag very heavy.
Sangria Savvy
If you're looking for a different happy hour scene but don't want to spend the cash for a cab, walk north on 36th to Zocalo for killer drinks and satisfying food. Time: Weekdays, 4:30-6:30. Drink: All drinks on the menu are 25% off and include beer ($2.50-$3.50/bottle), sangria ($4.50-$6/glass), wine ($5.50-$6) and margaritas ($5-$6.50). The Zocalo sangria, laced with tequila-macerated strawberries and seasonal fruit, is divine and potent.
Keep it simple stupid
Immediately upon entering Pico de Gallo, a tiny hole-in-the-wall on South Street, its appeal is evident.
Mexico goes glam
Lo-lee-ta. Lo. Lee. Ta. Say it slowly. It's governed by two lush, velvety beats backed by a soft animated beat.
Invasion of the parents
Parents' weekend was created in the name of getting emancipated from Commons and treated to dinner at nicer than normal locales.Your parents will be so happy to see you that hopefully they'll be fine when you suggest a meal at one of these top-notch splurges.
Pick a Parent
Find your parents' TV counterparts, and follow our suggestions of where to feed them this weekend -- or, better yet, where they should feed you.
Fine dining on a dime
The following restaurants will satisfy the most discerning palettes -- and wallets. Even if your parents won't be in town this weekend, treat yourself to one of Philly's prime culinary hot spots without breaking the bank, thanks to these little-known steals. Morimoto 723 Chestnut Street (215) 413-9070 Futuristic and trendy Morimoto is the collaboration of renowned restaurateur Stephen Starr and Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto.
Sunday Luxe
Some things in life are just worth the price. For $46, gastronomes can experience a transcendental state at Lacroix at the Rittenhouse.
Italian Elegance
The format of Vetri's menu is instantly revealing. On the first page are about 10 permanent fixtures and on the second, a few more temporary ones contingent to season and to chef Mark Vetri's whims.
Flying for foodies
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.
In transit
With Fall Break quickly approaching, Food & Drink would like to make your travels just a little tastier.
Small-town philly
When I set off to Manayunk, it was with the perfunctory objective of getting to Jake's, sitting down to a bounteous brunch, and then getting the hell out.
Aussie Fusion
Upon entering owner Leslie Spellman's Bridgewater's Pub, one immediately becomes oblivious to the 30th Street Station surroundings -- that is, until a traveling salesman brushes against you with his bloated briefcase, and you realize you are really situated in a train station and not a posh Center City eatery.
Airport ales
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.
