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Until recently, Philly had only one real option when it came to Hawaiian food: the Poi Dog truck run by partners Kiki Aranita and Chris […]
You know it’s open when the neon is on, glowing gently in the window of a rowhouse on 12th Street just off Passyunk Avenue. You […]
On the floor at 24, the servers moved like they were on rails, following paths just a couple months old but already worn into the […]
I go to Cinder on a gray afternoon, looking for comfort and distraction, and find it at the bar—two giant TVs showing football on one […]
Along the arc of a graph reading “Why Is My Restaurant Not Good?,” two opposite mistakes hold down either end of the bell curve. On […]
On a cold night in December, we threaded our way through the crowds on Sansom Street and found the unobtrusive door. We pushed through the […]
Look, I’m not pissed off about my meals at Aqimero. To be pissed—for my experiences to rise to the level of actually making me angry […]
It’s way too early to be writing this review, and I don’t care at all. Best thing about being a critic? That moment when you […]
The dining room at Blackfish in Conshohocken is white, but not cold. Not icy, the way some white, restaurant-shaped boxes can be. The dark wood […]
Breakfast is the last great, untouched frontier. Of all the meals available to us (lunch, dinner, supper, elevenses, fourthmeal, midnight snacks, etc.), breakfast is […]
My wife, Laura, hated Jansen as soon as she walked through the door. To be fair, she actually hated it before she walked through the […]
Wm. Mulherin’s Sons is the best-smelling restaurant I’ve been to all year. It’s pretty, sure. Big, new, shiny, polished, fitted out with rich woods, artisan […]
On a Sunday night, Stove & Tap is busy. Not full, but I’m not really sure there would ever be enough people dining out in […]
When Opa first opened, it was loud, brash, crowded and dull. The kitchen seemed incapable of dependably executing the most basic dishes. The cooks were […]
Breakfast, 9:30 a.m. // Like Garfield and 10,000 novelty t-shirts, I don’t do mornings. Particularly not ones that haven’t snuck up on me accidentally—the sun […]