My Philly cheesesteak post is coming soon, but first up, a bunch of everything else. Yes, this post is kind of random. By the way, thanks to everyone for the tips on where to eat in Philadelphia!
First, could Philly be any cuter with its cobblestone streets and old-fashioned flags? I don’t think so.
Next, Jose Garce’s awesome tapas restaurant, Amada. I don’t talk a lot about fancier restaurants in my blog because I’m usually all about the cheap eats, but I splurged here for a sort-of birthday celebration for myself. So amazing — I suggest you order a tasting menu, sit back and enjoy yourself (and don’t miss out on the great cocktails before you’re seated). Sorry for no pics of the food. I love the style of this place, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood with my camera.
Now onto the awesome Reading Terminal Market. Everyone told me to check out Termini. This banana thing was insane. It’s a big slice of banana on some kind of cake/cookie, with a fruity layer, dunked in chocolate and I don’t know what else. Yeow. You gotta try this once.
Speaking of bakeries, you have to stop by the Beiler’s stand for sticky buns, cinnamon buns, pecan buns, every kind of bun. If I was driving straight home that day, I might have ordered one of everything.
Speaking of sweets, let me just say that the Reading Terminal Market is like heaven. This post is just scratching the surface. Cookies, ice cream, candy, you name it!
Thanks to everyone for the tips about DiNic’s. This is their roast pork sandwich with broccoli rabe — so simple, and so perfect. There is so much hype in NYC about roast pork sandwiches, but I think DiNic’s wins. The best part is that after a little while, the juices soak into the bread, which then reminded me of Thanksgiving turkey stuffing. Maybe that sounds weird, but DiNic’s rules. Period.
For me, a trip to the Reading Terminal Market would not be complete without one of those crazy Amish breakfasts. I’d drive to Philly just for this French toast.
Jen ordered her Amish pancakes with scrapple. It’s pretty freakin’ tasty, but trust me, if you don’t already know what’s in scrapple, you’re probably better off.
We stopped by 500 Degrees almost on a whim, because it was about a block from our hotel. What a lucky break. I’m sure someone will tell me I’m crazy, but I’d take this place over any burger joints in NYC, hands-down. I ordered a special of the day — I think it had some guac on it. And this local batch birch beer tastes even better than it looks.
Last up, Isgro. It’s over in that old Italian part of Philly. If you’re from out of town, you’ll definitely want to cab it or drive. Yes, it’s a little pricey, but this is Italian dessert perfection. I don’t really care for eclairs, but that treat on the right changed my mind pretty fast. And cannolis… well, I’ve had some weird ones in my life, and I thought I knew what a really good cannoli was. Apparently I was wrong, because Isgro takes cannolis to a whole new level. The filling is ridiculously light. Depending on where you’re from, that may be considered sacrilegious. If you’ve got to have that super-dense ricotta filling with the little candied things in it, then skip Isgro. If you’re open to experiencing what might just be the best cannoli ever, then Isgro is a must-try. Next up, the cheesesteak showdown.