POSTED: Monday, September 13, 2010, 10:31 PM
Notes from the Weekend is a Monday 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. Were 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.)
Rachel Burgos: RB
Adam Erace: AE
Drew Lazor: DL
Anthony Sica: AS
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| Photo | Adam Erace |
Friday, scooped calorie-conscious take-out from
Fuel (1917 E. Passyunk Ave.). Chef/owner/DJ
Rocco Cima says hes about a month away from
opening a new Center City location; heres hoping the uptown café will serve Passyunks charred corn-stuffed guacamole, Thai chicken wrap dripping with protein-packed peanut sauce and cool agua de jamaica brewed with hibiscus flowers grown and dried by one of his Mexican cooks.
AE
Friday, met up with friends sitting outside at the
P.O.P.E (1501 E. Passyunk Ave.) for a
Southern Tier Pumking, one of my most favorite beers ever. It tastes like fall in a bottle, which was perfect for the cooler weather. Headed up to
The Fire (412 W. Girard Ave.) to see a friend's bands play, had some Kenzingers and some of a sketchy bar slice of pizza. I still enjoyed it.
RB
Saturday: A chef friend from Chicago landed in Philly, eager to see some of the food sites he told me he'd never had a good meal in Philly, which shocked and offended me so much that I a) punched him and b) no I didn't and c) decided to do my part to make sure he wouldn't be able to say that anymore. First stop:
South Philly Tap Room (1509 Mifflin St.), where chef
Scott Schroeder, who was only slightly drunk at the time, hooked us up with some new dishes he's working on, including a ridiculous
Ultimo Coffee- and cider-glazed duck leg over sautéed lima beans and slivered duck gizzards. We geeked the hell out, it was awesome.
DL
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| Photo | Adam Erace |
: Continued the seaside bacchanal at Margate institution
Two Cents Plain (9305 Ventnor Ave.). The warm waffles crowned with slabs of Breyers dulce de leche, bananas and hot fudge were as sexy as the dame that greeted me at the door.
AE
Was in Wildwood this weekend during the
Roar to the Shore. I was looking for some peace and quiet, post-summer shore relaxation; instead, I was met with thousands bikes running from 8 a.m. to midnight. Did stop in to
The Dogtooth Bar and Grill (100 E. Taylor Ave.) for some of the best food on the island. The Irish clams with bacon and grouper sandwich are standouts. Will certainly be back.
AS
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| Photo | Drew Lazor |
Post-SPTR, took the crew to
Adsum (700 S. Fifth St.), which in just two months of existence has become one of my favorite impulsive drop-in spots. It was packed at the bar so we grabbed an outdoor table, got down on Mr.
Preston Eckman's cocktail stylings and ate some wow-we-really-shouldn't-have-ordered-this goodness, including foie gras poutine, that confoundingly delicious Kool-Aid watermelon, and, of course, their fried oysters (favorite in the city). Also heard that Adsum, plus a bunch of other south-of-South restaurants, are planning their own Restaurant Week to coincide with Center City's. More details soon; here's
Adsum's RW menu for now.
DL
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| Photo | Adam Erace |
Saturday: Almost threw down when a quartet of hillbillies slithered into the stool Id been waiting for at the outdoor clam bar at
Smittys (910 Bay Ave.) in Somers Point. Contemplated the weapon utility of a bottle of
Flying Fish Exit 11 I killed while seething on the wood-and-concrete benches. After about half an hour (quick for Smittys), I settled in for white and red clam chowder, fried calamari, steamers, smoked scallop dip, U-peels, shrimp parmesan and fried oysters. Worth the wait, and assault charges.
AE
Saturday got up ass early and headed to Fishtown to watch some EPL Soccer at a friend's house. After the game, hit up
Kraftwork (541 E. Girard Ave.) brunch for the first time. I played it cool and got the standard two eggs, bacon, and garlic herbed fries awesome, though after peeping a breakfast sandwich wish I ordered that instead. They come with housemade sausage, arugula, chees and some other goodness between two massive biscuits. Walked through scenic Kensington to get to another friend's house. Stopped by a bodega for an
Arctic Splash and got barked at by a strange man as I was leaving. In the evening, I hit up a block party on Palmer Street, drank some beers and was jealous of the coolest moonbounce ever that I was too "big" to play in. Got a ride to South and had a Tecate at
Copa (344 South St), followed by a falafel at
Maoz (248 South St.) with every available topping on it, including garlic mayo and a sauce dubbed only "cilantro."
RB
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| Photo | Drew Lazor |
Post-Adsum: One-block stuffed-silly stumble to
Southwark (701 S. Fourth St.), where Aviations, Manhattans, somethingsomethings and Sly Fox Pikeland Pils-es happened. We shut down the bar and were politely ushered out. Thank God they did that because if they didn't we'd probably still be sitting there arguing about ... what the hell was it that we were arguing about?
DL
Sunday afternoon went to the
South Philly Acme (1400 E. Passyunk Ave.) with a friend to get supplies to make sandwiches: roast beef, provolone, au jus (in a can!), horseradish and some rolls. I also picked up a bottle of
Tabasco Chipotle hot sauce, which we slathered on individual potato chips before devouring them. I think it's my favorite new condiment.
RB
Brunch Sunday afternoon at
Garces Trading Co. (1111 Locust St.). Was a little concerned that I'd screw myself for the week by blowing my entire budget on some Garces Eggs but it actually turned out to be generally affordable, considering how much food we destroyed. Three brunch courses runs $25 a head. I got down on a richrichrich steak/eggs/potato/bernaise plate and a decidedly less artery-piledriving melon/yogurt thing, while my companions got down on what looked to be an amazing smoked bronzino breakfast pizza. I would've indulged,
but I got that bet going. And I am not fucking losing that bet.
DL
Sunday: Ventured out into the rain to the tropically charming
Melelani Cafe (5202 Atlantic Ave.) in Ventnor. The name means place of palms in the South African language of Tswana, and since opening last summer has become the de facto clubhouse of Downbeach artistes. I washed down their combo french toast (one slice crusted in almonds, another in Rice Krispies) with a pot of pineapple-papaya tea as big as a beach ball. AE
I was purchasing some
honeycrisp apples at
Whole Foods (929 South St.) and the checkout chick dropped one of them, badly bruising it. She apologized profusely and proceeded to give us the three non-dropped honeycrisps we'd brought up $2.99 a pound! for free. I have no idea why she did this, but it was a really nice gesture and I was extremely appreciative. I'm also glad she offered before I could start blabbing, because I was about to be like "Yo, I'll eat that ground apple right now, give it here." By the way, AE's
Green Aisle Grocery (1618 E. Passyunk Ave.) gets honeycrisps in this Wednesday. DL
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| Photo | Drew Lazor |
This
Chocolove's dark chocolate/almond/sea salt bar is prob the best damn candy bar in the Milky Way. More in our soon-to-launch
Candy Bar of the Week feature. DL