Walking south on 38th Street, you pass the Steak Queen food truck underneath the Locust bridge. Then just behind Bui’s, an imposing black truck comes into view: Mojo Gourmet Coffee.
It’s hard to stop from wondering about the mindset behind naming a restaurant Adsum, the saucily titled solo venture of chef Matthew Levin, who’s run Philadelphia kitchens from the venerable Lacroix to the see-and-be-seen Rouge.
I wanted to label Le Cochon Noir as a diamond in the rough. The Philadelphia Business and Technology Center is not just an unassuming location, it’s practically out of the city limits (okay, maybe not, but how often do you find yourself at 50th and Parkside?). Inside, the space has a warehouse feel: exposed pipes, a completely open kitchen, and a floor that has paint stains from the last few incarnations of the building.
With fifty weeks remaining until the next Philly Beer Week, Philadelphia’s perpetually beer-happy food scene thrives on with the grand opening of the HeadHouse Craft Beer Cafe in Society Hill.
The website for Tweed proclaims that the new restaurant is “much like it’s name.” To restaurateur Edward Bianchini’s credit, the experience is, as the website’s predicted manifestation of the fabric, one of “leisure and sophistication.” But consider what the unofficial uniform of British landed gentry is not: tweed is not sexy, sensual, exotic, avant garde, or particularly memorable.
Milk and Honey Market
4425 Baltimore Ave.
Hub Bub Coffee
38th between Spruce and Locust
Copa Banana
4000 Spruce St.
Coup de Taco
40th between Locust and Spruce
Picnic
3131 Walnut St.
Lovers and Madmen
28 S.
This week, Street is taking a step back from restaurant reviews and recipes to look at another aspect of the food industry: community based food initiatives, ones which feed the hungry and make food more eco-friendly.
Foodies and seafood fans often give little thought to where their food comes from. Unbeknownst to most diners, many varieties of seafood found at both restaurants and markets are harvested in harmful and environmentally damaging ways.
The British call them chips, the Spanish, papas fritas and the French, pommes frites. Here in the USA, we call them French fries (or Freedom fries, if you’re at Geno’s). How, you might ask, did these tasty treats come to accompany our burgers, hide tucked in our gyros and satiate our drunken cravings?
It was a veritable who’s who of celebrity chefs at Bobby’s Burger Palace on Tuesday, the Grand Opening of Bobby Flay’s newest — and first urban — location of the hamburger chain.
Amidst the frenzy of photo posing, autographing and hand shaking, grilling guru Bobby Flay took the time to talk to Street about his grilling lifestyle, the perfect burger, his favorite Philly eateries and his newest Bobby Burger’s Palace (BBP) situated on our campus.
Remember your friend who went to Europe, drank absinthe in some culturally and physically underground bar, hallucinated and ended up with a prostitute in a back ally of Prague?