Get OUT of here!" I bellowed, aggressively pushing over my sister after she had delivered the most miraculous, most awe-and-nostalgia-inspiring news: Maoz, the refillable pita place some friends and I discovered in Barcelona (and whose one remaining location in London and eight in Amsterdam we then continued to stalk and devour), was coming to Philadelphia.
Ava
518 S. 3rd St.
(215) 922-3282
Minutes before my reservation at Ava, I was glued to my computer screen, compulsively hitting "refresh" in an attempt to read/watch/whatever the online log of the last bits of a Red Sox game.
Melograno
2201 Spruce Street
(215) 875-8116
Sneak into Sink or Swim and pass on the $2 weenie this Wednesday, because you'll need every penny to afford some of the best Italian fare this side of the Atlantic.
Restaurants, like hip indie bands, are key when it comes to name dropping. Naturally, it's cooler to mention an unknown Italian BYO than it is to describe last night's meal at Pizza Hut.
While we all enjoy the challenge of surviving on bursar alone, the fact still remains that Houston doesn't serve martinis ... And without a swipe of the handy-dandy Penn card to foot the bill, eight dollars can seem pretty steep for a pomegranate-champagne infusion at some Stephen Starr institution.
If you can get your average Penn chick off her cell phone for long enough to stop and ask her what she had for lunch, chances are she'll whip off her J.Lo inspired aviators and purr one of three things: a Cosi Signature Salad, a Gia Pronto salad or a salad from our own illustrious Houston Hall.
As you walk into the Left Field Entrance at Citizens Bank Park, the new Philadelphia Phillies baseball stadium in South Philadelphia, you'll be struck by a few things.
What do Burberry-clad yuppies, chimichangas and tequila have in common? All can be found in abundance at Mexican Post, Old City's numero uno Tex-Mex joint and arguably the best place for happy hour margaritas in Philly.
At Mexican Post, don't expect five-star cuisine.
All-you-can-eat sushi for $20. Sounds too good to be true? I won't lie: Aoi serves up a mean buffet, along with some complicated bills.
he restaurant looks humble enough on the outside.
A haven for Philadelphia's nouveau riche, Swanky Bubbles is just the place to drop a cool $400 on a bottle of bubbly in an attempt to impress that "special someone" sitting at the other end of the bar.
A little over four years ago, Swanky Bubbles staked its claim as Philadelphia's only champagne bar and restaurant.
The scene is all too familiar: you and your friends have decided to eat downtown. Violent arguments begin to ensue as you decide between one of the 89 Steven Starr restaurants in Philadelphia.