This was great-as a fellow Philadelphian I'm tempted to start a this tradition in my neck of the woods.
And my niece has those same baby glasses from the one picture. So cute!
Earth, Bread, and Brewery's flatbreads are out of this world. Their dedication to the local art scene is pretty fantastic as well.
Jesus God, I want ALL of this. Next time I visit Han Dynasty here in Philly I'll finally try their tripe in chili oil.
Butter and soy sauce is amazing. My favorite side dish to a simple steak are mushrooms sauteed in butter, soy sauce, and a ton of black pepper.
I'm not a fan of horseradish in a Bloody Mary-I feel like I'm drinking cocktail sauce. Mine are pretty standard, I like a lot of lemon juice and celery salt, use Cholula to kick up the heat, and garnish with celery and olives.
I've lived on the East coast my whole life and though I was raised on New York style pizza and Philly/Trenton tomato pies, one of my life goals is to get to Chicago and try an authentic deep dish pizza. Those pictures are making my breakfast of Greek yogurt just DISMAL.
I drink water during the night and take a Gatorade and Advil to bed with me. In the morning I drink more water with a Bloody Mary with extra Cholula, and have a cheese omelet with home fries.
Blueberry lemon bars with a graham cracker crust. No rolling of dough, the filling is ridiculously easy to make, and everything only bakes for about 25 minutes.
Jelly Krimpets from Tastykake. Hostess always tasted waxy and overly sugary.
Oh, I am YEARNING over here. These are gorgeous.
olive oil ice cream, rose petal, and my favorite was corn ice cream at Jose Garces' Distrito, which was amazing. And last night I had vanilla/Fruit Loop soft serve at Sampan. Delightful, and not too sweet.
Jagermeister. Repulsive. Even as an aperitif.
Margarita pizza at Tacconelli's in Philly.
My aunt makes these cakey glazed ricotta cookies and they are the only thing other than my mom's Christmas Eve crab and shrimp bisque for which I will knock over small children.
Also, I'm that weirdo that hates chocolate chip cookies, but at 33 my mom still has to swat me away from the raw dough, salmonella be damned.
Nope. I want to taste the beef-the caramelization on the outside of the patty, the juiciness inside, a little salt and pepper to enhance the flavor, and that's it.
Yuengling, Lionshead, and Natty Boh for my Baltimore born husband.
That's a shame, I frequent the locations in Philly and the food and never been anything but stellar. The garlic style lamb, spicy cucumber, and dan dan noodles are a must.
I rarely drink soda, but it's birch beer or ginger ale all the way. UNLESS they have fountain Cherry Coke (which is also my movie theater drink of choice).
I voted for shoe-string fries, but there is a brewery/brick oven pizza place in my old neighborhood in West Philly that serves "trio fries." Regular potato, sweet potato, and thin caramelized leeks all tossed together. They're crispy salted evil and go great with 1-7 beers, depending on that night's stamina.
#17: My best friend's brother makes the best meatballs in the world, and when I was first learning to cook he gave me his two greatest tips: use Pecorino Romano instead of Parmesan, and always make a "flatty" to test the flavor of the meatball mixture. It improved my Italian dinners tremendously.
Either a handful of pepperocinis with a few slices of good Parmesan, or Cracked Pepper and Olive Oil Triscuits with sharp cheddar cheese are my typical late night drunk snack. If I'm really lucky I'll have a few leftover pork fried dumplings from last night's takeout.
Another egg hater. I'll eat the occasional cheese omelet or a fritatta, but scrambled, poached, fried, and hardboiled make me retch. It's both the smell and the texture. Going out to breakfast is slightly less exciting for me than it is for my husband.
Between the capers (my girlfriends and I have labeled ourselves caper sluts), Sabra hummus, mega sriracha and Fage, Erin and I are fridge twins.
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