Time Stumbles

Adam Erace has nary a nice thing to say about Time, the successor to Ludwig’s on Sansom Street.

The cumbersome country club-inspired menu executed by Keith Murphy (from the couple’s wine bar Vintage) feels as heavy as a cable-knit sweater at an Independence Day barbecue. Eighty-degree Center City nights don’t exactly ignite cravings for braised veal cheeks and rack of wild boar, you know?

You’d think a place called Time would know what month it is, but forget about the calendar for a minute. I could maybe dig it if the wintry items were especially delicious. They’re not.

Time Out [Philadelphia Weekly]
Time [Official Site]