Notes from the Weekend: May 22

Notes from the Weekend is a feature that sees the members of Team Meal Ticket compiling all the food/drink highlights uncovered during prime eatin' time, Friday to Sunday.

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Notes from the Weekend: May 22

POSTED: Tuesday, May 22, 2012, 12:00 PM
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Notes from the Weekend is a feature that sees the members of Team Meal Ticket compiling all the food/drink highlights uncovered during prime eatin' time, Friday to Sunday. Consider this a place for good deals, great dishes, wicked cocktails, recipe triumphs (and tragedies), bizarro conversations and more. We're eager to share our notes, but especially excited to read yours.We encourage you to leave notes from YOUR weekend in the comments. Have at it! (View past NFTW installments at citypaper.net/notes.)

Adam Erace: AE
Drew Lazor: DL
Katie Linton: KL
Alexandra Weiss: AW

Picked up by usual order from Santucci's (901 S. 10th St.) — large pie, half plain, half anchovy — for dinner on Friday night. While I was in I noticed this little pizzaiolo guy brandishing a sign boasting a Santucci's Android app. I don't have an Android so I didn't DL it ... anyone out there got this? If so, please tell us what it does! I was on the run and didn't get a chance to ask the staff. —DL

Roommate's birthday was on the 20th, so we spent Friday celebrating. Started off at Loco Pez (2401 E. Norris St.) for a bevy of drinks, including the Cutlass Supreme (Champagne, hibiscus, guava), and many tacos. Went up the street to Luke's Bar (2434 Cedar St.) because roomie wanted everyone to sing Billy Joel for her; I was too busy drinking. What was intended to be a quick round of "The Longest Time" turned into two $1 test-tube shots of the blue frat-boy drink "Zombie" and several beers. Made it to our final stop at 700 Club (700 N. Second St.), which I only recently found out is a soccer bar,  around 1 a.m. to dance about it and run into everyone I went to high school with. —AW

Friday: H and I spent the weekend in Savannah — our last visit down until the wedding! We ate boiled peanuts (a southern delicacy and beach necessity) and sandwiches on Tybee Island with friends all day. At that point we had already been in Savannah for two days and had eaten fresh seafood at almost every meal, so that night I ordered the surf-and-turf at Driftaway Cafe just to keep my iron levels stable. —KL

Planned to take C's lil bros to Cantina (1651 E. Passyunk Ave.) for some dinner al fresco on Friday night, but was foiled by a bouncer. (C's youngest brother isn't 21 till July.) Tried to protest that we were there for food, but muscles wasn't having it. Instead, we walked a block down to a rowdy Stogie Joe's (1801 E. Passyunk Ave.) for Northeast-style tomato pies, mussels and the menu's sleeper, canoe-like potato wedges with Fontina sauce. —AE

Had Saturday brunch at A Full Plate (Liberties Walk, 1009 N. Bodine St.). I ordered the crab Benedict. For $12, it's a good deal, but I didn't love it. The hollandaise was thin ... I like mine with some body! I keep going to AFP thinking I'll like it more the next time, but usually end up having just-OK experiences. Maybe I'm ordering the wrong things? JN got the wafflewich (Belgian waffle with banana cream and strawberries) and that was good. I have had their hush puppies once and liked them. Plus drinks come in mason jars. —AW

Saturday was spent indoors on deadline, clickety-clacking away. Take-out from Fuel (1917 E. Passyunk Ave.) for dinner. I've told you about their lemon-thyme hummus, right? It's really fucking good, guys. Mint chocolate chip/chocolate cake parfaits for dessert with a little We Need to Talk about Kevin, an artsy thriller involving Tilda Swinton and her sociopathic son. I don't wanna give too much away, but someone loses an eye and a furry friend meets an untimely end in a garbage disposal. Cringe. —AE

After a quick afternoon Rita (cherry water ice with chocolate custard) at the park, JN and I embarked on the busiest Saturday in a long time. First, ML's birthday BBQ. Killed some time at a pal's house, then it was off to Rittenhouse Tavern (Art Alliance, 251 S. 18th St.) for dinner. Sampled nearly everything on the menu, but my favorites were the white bean toast with speck, the scallops, the hanger steak and the sweetbreads (above). After dinner, we had a surprise party to attend post-surprise. After a really great Manhattan made by the birthday man, it was back to ML's BBQ. We made it just in time for cake and a round of Stump, a drinking game that involves throwing a hammer. I wanted to play, but changed my mind after some brandy. Finished the night at El Bar (1356 N. Front St.) with roommate and TD. —AW

So much good stuff on the menu at Mémé (2201 Spruce St.) right now. Burrata in a tomato soupish puree with pesto and softshells with zucchini fritters were two of the dopest plates on Saturday night. Bestial pork chop with creamy whipped potatoes and mushrooms was another. Mémé, like Manny Pacquiao, has the pound-for-pound advantage. —DL

My mom had dumped three bags of my favorite candy ever (Starburst Jellybeans) into a giant fish bowl the night we got into Savannah. I chipped away at them all weekend, and I am happy to say I never reached the bottom. (Had some with breakfast on Saturday morning, though.) That night at a wedding shower given in our honor, we ate another traditional Savannah meal — a Low Country Boil, a pot full of Georgia shrimp, corn on the cob, sausage and potatoes. Savannah red rice and BBQ chicken served alongside. In step with the coastal theme, the hostesses filled a small boat with ice and served Miller Lite, Corona and my favorite southern brew, Sweetwater 420. —KL

Spent Sunday at the Headhouse Square farmers market, the highlight of which was a breakfast burger (grass-fed patty, egg, cheese, bacon, blueberry jam) from the Lucky Old Souls Burger Truck. Think blueberry jam doesn't belong on a burger? Try one and you'll think again. —AE

Sunday was calm, thank goodness. Brunched at El Camino Real (Liberties Walk, 1040 N. Second St.) and had the huevos rancheros. I asked for no onions, but I think I knew in my heart of hearts it would still have onions. It still had onions. Met up with roommate later for another Rita (classic Alex's Lemonade this time) at the park before heading home to enjoy my hanger steak from Rittenhouse Tavern for dinner again. —AW

Sunday: H and I hit the road at 6 a.m. and maybe we should have considered fasting for the day, a detox after our weekend of celebrating. But we had too many good leftovers to do that. After nine hours of driving we spontaneously stopped in D.C. to walk around the Botanical Gardens and eat a snack — chicken. H snuck a pic of me chowing down. —KL

Sunday felt like a taco night. You just feel it in your old bones sometimes ya know? Had a Trader Joe's gift card, imbuing me with that powerful free-groceries feeling, so I copped the particulars there, including their house brand taco seasoning mix. The Ortegas and Old El Pasos of the world are as SALTY as a motherfucker but I really like TJ's version because it's waaaaay more spicy than anything else. Get a packet. Not sure how demure of a "pairing" this was, but we crushed our tacos along with glasses of this incredibly good rosé we got as a thank-you for dog-sitting the adorable pooches of a wine rep neighbor of ours. —DL

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