October 28-November 3, 2004
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![]() Here's Lookin' At Ya': Johnny Goodtimes, an award winner for his Quizzo and dolphin-training accomplishments (see p. 43), sips N. 3rd's blood orange margarita, our winner for "Best Drink for Vampires Concerned With Scurvy." Photo By: Michael T. Regan |
Of all the things we've sipped and supped, these were a cut above.
You are craving the quintessential elixir something sexy and powerful something you can really sink your teeth into. The solution: The blood orange margarita at N. 3rd. The godly nectar fit for the prince of darkness features just the right ratio of sweet 'n' tangy blood-orange juice to tequila for a not-too-sweet libation in a low-key and cozy atmosphere. JW
Third and Brown sts., 215-413-3666, www.norththird.com
Coyote Ugly, I mean, Foggy Goggle. Ask five people what the name of the bar at 22 S. Third Street used to be, and you'll likely get five different answers, and they'd all be correct. The building has achieved Bermuda Triangle notoriety bars move in and promptly disappear. Last seen in the area: Coyote Ugly, with line-dancing barmaids. Current occupant: Foggy Goggle, with mechanical bull. Future absentee: The Buck 'n' Brew, with hand-me-down bull. JD
22 S. Third Street, 215-925-9573
It's an unspoken axiom in Philadelphia real estate that a newly gentrified neighborhood is just a rumor until it has one of two things: a catchy name and a renovated dive bar. This year, the Graduate Hospital area got Grace Tavern, an inviting little taproom with a great beer list and an impressive variety of sausages. It's only a matter of time before Grad-Ho really takes off. EL
2229 Grays Ferry Ave., 215-893-9580
Lolita vs. El Vez. When the tiny Mex joint Lolita joined the corner of 13th and Sansom, it placed itself across the way from El Vez, and immediately everyone envisioned a turf war. Surely Lolita's dark, candlelit BYOB would be outflanked by El Vez's motorcycle-toting kitsch? But, in what seems the most pointed denial of the cool-kitchen-concept rules, simple is winning or so say the hordes of people who have found Lolita fully booked and had to trudge over to the brightly-colored cantina as backup. JF
106 S. 13th St., 215-546-7100
A freshly made pierogie bears little resemblance to its rubbery supermarket counterparts. At Roxborough's Pierogie Kitchen, the dough is light, the filling delicately spiced and the variety enormous, ice-creamlike. Available frozen and by the dozen, these little half-moon dumplings come in 17 different flavors, ranging from the traditional (sauerkraut) to the geriatric (prune-filled). EL
648 Roxborough Ave., 215-483-5301
![]() A Little slice of Karachi: Cabbies flock to the halal goodness of Pakistani eatery Kabobeesh (see p. 32). Photo By: Michael T. Regan |
The food is so yummy you'll find scores of cabbies parked outside Kabobeesh taking their hard-earned meal break. The Pakistani eatery's halal cooking method makes the victuals all the more tender and scrumptious: Kabobs are cooked to order on a hot grill, while the curry has been stewed for hours. It's as close to Karachi as some of us will ever get. HiH
4201 Chestnut St., 215-386-8081
Mr. Zeke of Zeke's Mainline Bar Be Que has no roots in the Lone Star State, but his brisket is the taste of fiestas past. Tender and smoky, Zeke slow cooks this meat to perfection. Get two pounds for $20, make a big stack of flour tortillas, stir up some pico de gallo and guacamole, and have your own fiesta San Antonio-style. MA
6001 Lancaster Ave, 215-871-7427
Mojitos have gone the way of the cosmo, so an alternative sugary booze trend is in order. Alma de Cuba, still home to a great mojito, also serves the Alma Colada, a frothy concoction of passion-fruit juice, coconut milk, rum and shaved coconut, offered in a ceramic coconut with a long straw. Think those homemade cocktails the Howells used to sip on Gilligan's Island. No, strike that image. The Alma is far sexier and, therefore, worth every juicy carb. AS
1623 Walnut St., 215-988-1799
People who drink at swanky bars in Philadelphia are paying to lounge in designer furniture. McGlinchey's Tavern offers $6.45 pitchers of Yuengling Porter and a sit-down version of arcade classic Ms. Pac-Man. Skip the posh chaise, drink cheap beer and enjoy some ghost-chomping action. JS
259 S. 15th St., 215-735-1259
You'll have to wait until spring, but joining a CSA (community supported agriculture), where you will get a box of freshly procured organic food every week for the growing season, really keeps you on your toes, culinarily speaking. You never quite know what to expect. In response to those who ask Mary Corboy of the Greensgrow CSA in Kensington what to do with the bounty of greens, squash, fresh trout and even fresh pasta, she has the perfect answer: Ya cook it, and ya eat it. PB
2501 E. Cumberland St., 215-427-2702, www.greensgrow.org
As King of Prussia slowly becomes the universal axis of evil chain restaurants, there is at least one place to eat a meal that wasn't devised at corporate headquarters. Jaipur Indian Cuisine has outfitted its shopping plaza nook with tasteful decor and tastier tandoori. The insidious lure of popcorn shrimp notwithstanding, King of Prussia's dining scene is looking better all the time. EL
336 W. Dekalb Pike, 610-265-0996
For 40 years, a white truck has wound through the streets of Fishtown, ringing a deafening bell. Fourth-generation owner Dieter Neumann drives while his friend Rita makes sauce, stretches dough and assembles fresh pizzas in the back of his truck which is outfitted with an oven and exhaust system. The only way to score a meal is to show up in the neighborhood and wait for the bell. For $2.25, you can get a slice and a carton of Yoohoo, apparently the cuisine par excellence of F'town. AW
The awesomely addictive salt-baked squid at Nam Phuong will convert the staunchest holdouts against the yummy (but often too rubbery) cephalopods. Better order one plate per person. This huge, unpretentious restaurant is always crowded with Vietnamese diners looking very happy indeed. Wash the squid down with some of Nam Phuong's soy drinks. The papaya salad with jerky beef also rocks. DS
1100 Washington Ave., 215-468-0410
Big Sky (crunch) Granola from Wilmington's Big Sky (chew) Bread Company (chew) comes in rugged, honeyed (crunch) clumps of rolled oats, almonds and a perfect (crunch) trifecta of seeds: sesame, pumpkin and sunflower. Found (chew) at the Passyunk and Headhouse Square farmer's markets, the delectable (crunch) treat is available locally from spring's first bloom until fall's first snowflakes. But the truly enamored can pop down to (chew) the Wilmington bakery and (mmmmmm) stockpile for winter. BS
Big Sky Bread Co., Branmar Plaza, Wilmington, Del., 302-475-9494
Garibaldi was Italian, not Mexican, but he was a great liberator who has earned both a square in Mexico City and a restaurant, Plaza Garibaldi, near the Italian Market. This cozy Mexican dining room serves delicious south-of-the-border standards. The waitresses may ask if you can please order in Espanol, also the native language of most of the patrons. If you can bluff your way through the first two courses, then you're good enough for the flan. AS
935 Washington Ave., 215-922-2370
The jukeboxes at Midtown II are at every table in the smoking section, filled with the finest tunes for late-night singalongs. Whether you're yearning for "Dancing Queen" or, for some reason, you want to hear an unplugged version of "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?", Midtown's jukeboxes will deliver. JS
122 S. 11th St., 215-627-6452
Recently renovated and under new ownership, The Wurst House became The Best House. Granted, we never really understand its original name, it being a pizza place and all and lacking German food but didn't that bit of confusion just add to its charm? Wurst pizza tasted weird, its tables were sticky, and inside it always felt a little damp. Now a blue ribbon dangles from the sign: first prize. Yeah, the interior's brighter and cleaner and, by most standards, better but c'mon, the best? TF
4301 Baltimore Ave., 215-386-1450.
In general, fake meat tastes like rubbery shit. Fortunately, Kingdom of Vegetarians offers a variety of delicious vegan imitation-meat dishes that are Kosher, too. Beware of the duck, for it tastes like a combination of paper towel and mashed potatoes. But the all-you-can-eat dim sum is a force to be reckoned with. JS
129 N. 11th St., 215-413-2290
Sabrina's Café appears to be the only Philly joint that does right by the ubiquitous brunch standard. It's a little pricey ($9.50), but the fresh bagel comes with cream cheese, just-salty-enough lox, a bed of mesclun greens, kalamata olives, sliced red onion, tomato and cucumber. And if you're hankering to break code, the sausage links aren't bad either. AW
910 Christian St., 215-574-1599
Nothing can sate the craving for a log of sweet rice with banana and black beans quite like Ba Le Bakery. While it's just one of the many edible bargains in the Washington Avenue strip malls, Ba Le stands out for its inviting display of shrink-wrapped goodies like shrimp on a sugar-cane skewer, summer rolls and papaya salad with dried beef. EL
606 Washington Ave., 215-389-4350
Ludwig's Garten has a seven-page beer menu, but try the Rochefort 10, a strong Belgian ale with an 11.3 percent alcohol content. It's smooth and tasty and strong as a mule kick. After one, you'll feel good about life. After three, you'll feel muggleheaded. After five, you'll be speaking German and challenging the Bavarian-attired beer maidens to arm wrestling matches. This shit is strong, dude. MN
1315 Sansom St., 215-985-1525
While you're coasting up and down Spring Garden Street in your hot rod trying to decide which super-club to hit, Siam Lotus offers the perfect preparty pit stop. It's a quaint and intimate Thai restaurant, equipped with exotic orchids, Thai beer, tasty starters (coconut chicken soup) and satisfying entrees (try the mahi-mahi in yellow curry). On most Thursday and Saturday nights, you can hear DJs such as Matt Kling, Mike Montgomery and Chris Johann bumpin' the room with funky house tunes. SO
931 Spring Garden St., 215-769-2031, www.siamlotuscuisine.com
Fire up your laptop and get that sweet tooth ready: Last Drop is the best cafe to get your nerd on. It offers affordable wireless Internet provided by AirRover and decadent cakes shipped all the way from Reading. Is there a better place in town to eat chocolate truffle cheesecake, sip fresh coffee and piss around on Myspace? JS
1300 Pine St., 215-893-9262
Adding color and flavor to Philly's ever expanding neighborhood restaurant scene are the wave of storefront BYOBs offering everything from Moroccan to Laotian to Mediterranean bistro fare. Reasonably priced alternatives to the city's more "corporate" restaurants, they offer the best excuse to discover the difference between a riesling and a chardonnay, a cabernet and a chianti, all for about what it would cost for a martini and a dainty appetizer at one of those velvet-rope places. AS
Traveling down South Street and need a break? Head for the 10th Street Whole Foods. Park for free in the garage, enter through the garden area and begin by nibbling on an organic appetizer from the breads section. Then it's straight back to prepared foods, where a white paper cup awaits with a creative salad. Veer left pause, if you'd like, to take a sip from the water fountain and visit the clean, private bathrooms and into the aisles in search of chips or a special demonstration stand. Finally, swing back around to the dessert samples. Oops you've completely bypassed the checkout line. Well, you would buy something, but you're just not hungry anymore. Maybe hungry enough for one more pumpkin pie sample. There. Now you're not hungry anymore. DT
929 South St., 215-733-9788
Forget about the fine and fairly priced coffee, the delectable Le Bec Fin desserts and the Georgian revival decor. The biggest and most curious draw to the new Empyrean Coffee is the Rittenhouse eatery's motorcycle motif. Local architect Vernon Lei, an avid biker and owner/designer of Empyrean, juxtaposes the 1897 mansion's existing antiquated structures with helmets, scratched panels and chrome adorning the walls. One of Lei's four motorcycles is even mounted in the center of the front room. Show up on a weekend and you're bound to find a row of other bikes parked out front with their owners lounging inside, sipping java and kicking back. JV
1921 Walnut St., 215-557-9322
![]() fancy Fruit? The decadent fruit salad at Café Sud (see p. 36) may make you wonder if you ordered from the dessert menu. Photo By: Michael T. Regan |
Fruit salad at Café Sud. Avocado? Chocolate sauce? Grenadine? Only a patisserier would have the vision to take a virtuous bowl of vitamins and transform it into pure decadence. If you're wondering why the Moroccan-inspired brunch at Café Sud has been hyped to Morning Glory proportions (other than the widely held notion that brunch is only good if you have to wait for it), this shocking creation just may answer your question. EL
801 E. Passyunk Ave., 215-592-0499
Clerks at Talluto's Authentic Italian Food make the cheese fresh every day and tie long strips of it into small knots. They're basted in a rich marinade of olive oil and Italian spices and sell for $7.49 a pound. Be warned! With a loaf of crusty bread and slices of ripe tomato, you could eat yourself into a coma. AW
Talluto's Authentic Italian Food, 944 S. Ninth St., 215-627-4967
After years of hanging in the swanky South Street club, much of the stylish Monte Carlo crowd fled from the introduction of hip-hop and house to their dancefloor, and gravitated to Michael's in Bensalem. There's also a few 8th Floor vets as well, grooving to the '70s and '80s hits Frank Cerami spins on Sunday night. It's where Boomers and older Gen-Xers prove they can still get drunk, shake their booty and hook up. And that sexy middle-aged divorce lawyer you end up going home with won't have a nasty roommate. AS
3640 Street Rd., Bensalem, 215-633-7171
The worst thing to do to a vegan: Give them food with traces of animal byproduct and call it "vegan." When word got out that Gianna's Grille used cheese with traces of casein, a milk protein, Philly vegans were livid. But don't let vegan rage steer you away from Gianna's gigantic sandwiches and delicious desserts. Their new cheese is approved by PETA and shipped all the way from the West coast. JS
507 S. Sixth St., 215-829-4448, www.giannasgrille.com
Long live Frank Clements Tavern, but if the smoky, lawyer-filled taproom had to go, we could do worse than replacement Good Dog. Middle-aged men in shirtsleeves no longer dominate the lunchtime crowd, the decorative memorabilia's been replaced by framed dog photos, the tobacco-yellowed tin ceiling's been painted candy apple red and the food's gone upscale, but the relaxed, cozy atmosphere, mahogany bar and tall-backed booths remain. Happy hour still draws a professional (albeit younger) crowd, while discounts for police, firefighters and restaurant workers keep it real. TB
224 S. 15th St., 215-985-9600, www.gooddogbar.com
Care for a drink? There is a new bar in town with a particularly annoying name that might be just the ticket. Rather than coming up with a real name for their upstairs bar, the Marathon Grill at 40th and Walnut opted to shorten "Marathon Grill Bar" to "Mar Bar." Despite the name, Mar Bar can be a good place to blow off some steam with two happy hours per day and DJs spinning throughout the week. The catch: you have to be able to stomach the idea of saying "Hey, want to grab a drink at Mar Bar?" JR
40th and Walnut sts., 215-222-0100
Another coffee shop. NoLib residents apparently subsist solely on java. At least three new coffee shops have sprouted in the last year and only one new restaurant, Tabula Rasa, which also happens to offer an extensive coffee selection. The French bistro Pigalle has been closed for a while, leaving us with pub fare and pastries galore. Is anyone else sick of muffins yet? HiH
Restaurant Week. The concept of opening the city's ritziest restaurants to average folk seems like the kind of populist idea that should have been born in Philadelphia never mind that it was actually borrowed from New York. Three courses for $30 at ¡Pasion! or Brasserie Perrier is worth braving the fickle weather systems of hurricane season. We salute you, Center City District. (But next year, can we maybe move it to October?) EL
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Fatou & Fama's best dish is in its name: peanut butter vegetables. It looks simple enough: a few carrots, a chunk of yam, a celery slice or two. Not so daunting, right? But the rich peanut stew is too filling for comfort, yet too tasty to resist. MJF
4002 Chestnut St., 215-386-0700
Its scent will make your mouth water in an embarrassing way. You'll think about it when it's not around. Though you've long since moved to another part of town, you'll drive to West Philly for no other reason than to eat one of Fuwah Mini Market's $3 tofu hoagies. Is it in the cilantro? The carrots? The juxtaposition of a slightly toasted roll and a dozen squishy-but-not-too-squishy pieces of salted tofu? Don't say you weren't warned. TF
810 S. 47th St., 215-729-2993
Maoz is the thinking person's fast-food joint, only there's nothing to think about. From lunch to late-night snack, it's all about fresh falafel. For under three bucks, you can get your pita stuffed. The tiny shop is almost always crowded with cuties, but the bare-bones menu keeps the line moving along. It's fast, cheap and under control. MJF
248 South St., 215-625-3500
We've got to hand it to him. When his people announced that this was the year Stephen Starr would open six new restaurants, we weren't alone in thinking, "How?" As plans progressed, it became clear that not only would he beef up his Philly holdings (with the reopened Striped Bass, Continental Mid-town, Washington Square and Barclay Prime steakhouse) but would make the risky leap into the New York shark-pool (with Buddakan and Morimoto locations). His actions call his competitors slackers. What we'd like to see next year: following the lead of Starr-struck Alfred Portale and Marcus Samuelsson, some Big Apple chefs to take the next step by moving here. JF
Being neither a cheesesteak-er nor a bread-eater (Atkins, you know), the hype surrounding Stephen Starr's Barclay Prime Chef Todd Miller's $100 Cheesesteak sliced Kobe beef, Taleggio cheese, shaved truffles, caramelized onions, sauteed foie gras and heirloom tomatoes on brioche stroked with homemade truffle butter seemed ridiculous. Then I tasted it, with a split of champagne. Mouth-melting. That said, for $14, you can try the Kobe Sliders, Miller's take on the White Castle burger. ADA
Barclay Prime, 237 S. 18th St. 215-732-7560
I love lobster, and trust me, I really love corn dogs. And while I am all for the idea of pushing the boundaries of what can be classified as so-called "fancy food," Washington Square's Lobster and Scallop Corndog just has disaster written all over it. Taking a luxury ingredient such as lobster and molding it into something that has been commonly associated with "lips and assholes" spells FUBAR for me. Graciously, the item has since been stricken from the menu. RW
210 W. Washington Square, 215-592-7787
![]() Hot Dish: "Cherry Blossom," a server at Jones, proves it's easy to fall in love at the Stephen Starr eatery. Photo By: Michael T. Regan |
The cuisine at Jones tastes better because it is served by the dreamiest waitresses in Philadelphia. They have excellent hair, modestly applied makeup, cute sneakers, and alluring demeanors. What's better than service with a smile? Service that makes the heart go "pitter-patter." Le sigh. JS
700 Chestnut St., 215-223-5663
Who designed the bathrooms at The Continental Mid-town Chuck Berry? Slug down a gimlet in the retro-futurist bar, but keep your wits when you hit the head; some genius thought one-way mirrors in the bathroom would be just the thing to keep customers entertained. That is, if you consider watching dudes wash their pits unaware they're on display entertaining. If you like voyeurism with your Ahi tuna, knock yourself out, but this might be the best sign yet that Stephen Starr needs a nice, long nap. SA
1801 Chestnut St., 215-567-1800
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It may appear to be a regular ol' French bistro-style BYOB. However, Pif does not offer the traditional fare, instead daring you to indulge in an exotic and frequently changing menu. If you have a taste for pork, the crispy pigs' feet (pictured) might be to your liking. Order these with a side of roasted bone marrow for the full experience. JR
1009 S. Eighth St., 215-625-2923
La Boheme, a little French-style BYOB tucked away at 11th near Locust, has plenty of delectable items, though none that captivated this writer quite like the pork chop he was served earlier this year. Every last bit of meat was impossibly tender and flavorful. It simply behooves the diner to finally grasp the bone in his bare hands and suck down every last bit, even as his girlfriend cringes in ultimate embarrassment. MP
246 S. 11th St., 215-351-9901
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