Hillary Petrozziello South Philly is thick with taquerias. This is not news. From the Italian Market to Lower Moyamensing, nearly all these eateries (and the families that own them) have roots in the central Mexican state of Puebla. The Navarro…
Neal Santos SNACK TIME: Small plates are the way to go at William Street Common. Avram Hornik wants you to know he’s getting older. He has a wife and three kids. He’s changed. And so has his nightlife company, Four…
Neal Santos Winning wings at Franky Bradley’s Frankie Bloch was a South Philly boxer. And Jewish, at a time (circa 1910) when the big prizefighters had surnames like Quinlan, Russell, Doyle, O’Brien and Dunn. So to better fit in with…
Hillary Petrozziello It used to be that if you wanted to open a restaurant, you’d take one of three routes. You’d court investors or lean on wealthy parents. Or you might drain your savings, smash your piggy bank and max…
By now youve probably heard. About the lines snaking down Cherry Street. About the long wait for a table. About lunch, late-night and over-the-phone takeout, all canceled as part of a scale-back to meet the publics insatiable greed for the…
POINT AND SHOOT:?Oyster shooters at the Olde Bar with absinthe and sherry. In arguably the most famous scene in Goodfellas, Henry Hill and his future bride, Karen, cut the line at the Copacabana nightclub, taking the back door down into…
Slow fermented dough at Square Pie Six hundred Catherine Street was a special address. For several years, this Bella Vista corner hosted the original iterations of Little Fish, a neighborhood darling wedged improbably into a sardine can. Seems like forever…
Like pale gold apples at a Halloween party, a mess of thin-skinned potatoes bobbed in a stainless-steel trough of aromatic liquid fat. Above, Amish chickens spun slowly on spits, electric-blue flames snapping at their bodies like car-sale pennants in a…
Girard, the named-for-the-avenue brasserie from Starr refugees Cristian Mora and Brian Oliveira, has gotten most of its pre-launch attention from tipping. Or a lack thereof. Sporting a marble breakfast counter and café windows and black zigzags evoking Delia Deetz on…
Yesterday, Marc Vetri published a story on the Huffington Post about the sorry state of food journalism. Perhaps you heard? As one of the city’s no, the nation’s most celebrated chefs, people paid attention, and jilted food journalists…
