I know Philly isn’t a very far drive away from New York City, but I hope I never get blase about it. The fact is, it’s a great food town, despite that weird survey I heard about that ranked it #22 in the nation among best food cities. Is that some kind of joke? I just got back from a whirlwind overnight trip, and here’s how the eating went.
Sabrina’s Cafe… how did I not know about this place before? Thanks go out to La Phemme Phoodie for the suggestion. Of course it’s packed on Sunday morning, so try showing up a little early. I got the huevos rancheros, but something tells me you can’t go wrong here. Amazing flavor combinations, humungous portions, great atmosphere. If you don’t order the Stuffed Challah French Toast, you’ll be very jealous when you see it arrive at a table nearby you.
Paesano’s is another mystery. How has no one ever told me about this place before? Seriously, I can’t fathom why someone would go to Philadelphia and not eat here. Hurricane? Earthquake? Not good enough reasons to skip Paesano’s. This is the famous brisket sandwich. Besides maybe some bad indoor lighting, I can’t explain the weird colors in my photo except that this baby is so crazy — packed with pepperoncini, roasted tomatoes, provolone, horseradish mayo, and a fried egg — the colors almost start to make sense. Next time I want to go back with six friends, order everything on the menu, and share. Who’s with me?
As long as you’re in the neighborhood, stop by Anthony’s for some chocolate-covered bacon.
Let’s get serious for a moment. I know I’m raving about the food in Philly as I always do, but Barbuzzo really is a must-try. It’s a perfect date spot, with a menu designed for sharing, but I don’t care how hot your date is (mine was smokin’) — order your own salted caramel budino. This was my second time having the budino, and I think it may have gotten even better. Dig deep down with your spoon for every bite to get some of the cookie crumb bottom, and brace yourself for an unforgettable food experience. And if you do make the mistake of ordering one to share, don’t be surprised if you turn around and order another. This is dessert perfection.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you probably already know the next day was a dessert extravaganza, but I’ll save that story for some other post. Before we hopped into the car for the drive home, of course we stopped by Pat’s. Not much to say that I haven’t before… it’s ridiculous and yum, all wrapped up into one.