Mark Stehle WHOLE ROASTER: Eli Collins’ black-garlic roasted chicken is for sharing, with oven-blistered cherry tomatoes and complicated pommes dauphine “gnocchi.” Without having access to its tax returns, I can’t say for sure that Pub & Kitchen is one of…

Food/Drink Serpico: Everything We’ve Waited For Eleven months ago I wrote a story for City Paper about the star-spangled influx of out-of-town chefs. Philly appeared to be on the precipice of a new era, but things didn’t totally go as…

Food/Drink Serpico: Everything We’ve Waited For Eleven months ago I wrote a story for City Paper about the star-spangled influx of out-of-town chefs. Philly appeared to be on the precipice of a new era, but things didn’t totally go as…

Jessica Kourkounis CAVIAR DREAMS: Sturgeon caviar tops a dashi-scented egg custard at Serpico. Eleven months ago I wrote a story for City Paper about the star-spangled influx of out-of-town chefs. Philly appeared to be on the precipice of a new…

“We kill it, we grill it” is the motto at Hooked Up Seafood, a no-frills kitchen trailer parked on cinder blocks next to a parasailing outfit on the long, low-lying road into Wildwood, N.J. A neat row of picnic tables…

Neal Santos BAR NONE: Southern bar snacks like pimento cheese and pickles and a well-crafted draft list set Strangelove’s apart. Asked if opening a gastropub in Center City comes with more pressure than opening one in Fishtown, West Philly or…

The Bensalem outpost of Nifty Fifties, beloved local chain specializing in milkshake-soaked nostalgia, suffered a two-alarm fire early this morning. ABC news is reporting the blaze started in the roof, and there were no injuries, except to my inner child. …

Neal Santos ROUNDABOUT: Beef jerky and jasmine-rice sausages are wrapped with romaine, chile and lime in Ratchada’s Thai sampler. A parade of carved elephants still marches trunk-to-tail inside the front door. Traditional dance headdresses, gilded and jeweled and glittering in their…

Neal Santos Boardwalk: Morgan’s Pier’s pork board is home to nose-to-tail rillettes and croquettes. The clouds crept in from Jersey. They hung around the shoulders of the Ben Franklin like wet black gym towels, drip, drip, dripping onto the iron…