I have been away from this blog for so long because for the past several months I had another blog. Yes, I cheated. I know I could have had another blog attached to this profile but I didn't want to blend my worlds. But it's a new year and now I'm back here.
Last night I had dinner at a colleague-turned-friend's house. It was a nice dinner party for 6. We turned the TV on just minutes before midnight and watched the ball fall. I was home and tucked in bed by 12:40-ish.
Today I lounged around, read the newspaper, watched a movie on TV, did a run/walk/run around the high school track and ate the traditional pork dinner for good luck in the year to come. I read something in the paper about a Philadelphia tradition called the Mummers' Parade. If you're not familiar with this parade, it is a 101-year-old tradition of music, "the Mummers' strut," men wearing feathers and sequins (no, this is most definitely not a gay parade), comics, and lots of drinking by spectators. It goes on from early morning to dusk. (Check out the link for more information.)
The information about the parade that was interesting to me is related to race. Philadelphia is a minority-majority city. More than 50% of its inhabitants are African-American. I don't have an official statistic but I think it's very safe to say that 99% (if not 100%) of Mummers are Caucasian. (All African-American groups - or "clubs" in Mummers'-speak - had their last strut down Broad Street in 1929.) The reason this is of interest to me is because I know there is racial tension in this city and there are surely some Caucasian observers of and participants in this parade who would be appalled to know what I learned today. I find this somehow satisfying.
So what did I learn? According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, in 1903 parade organizers adopted "O Dem Golden Slippers" as the parade's theme song. What many of today's Mummers probably don't know is that his song was written in 1879 by "The Prince of Negro Songwriters" James A. Bland. And that regionally famous Mummers' strut? It was derived from the "southern plantation slave's 'Cakewalk' brought to the US by Africans in the 18th century."
While the Mummers' Parade is not representative of the city's population in both its participants and observers, it certainly has a history shaped by the majority of the city's residents. I like the irony of that. I also think some people may be less than pleased by that information and I like that too. I don't want them to think that African-Americans are not part of this century-old Philadelphia tradition.
Happy New Year!
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Walk Against Hate
On May 15, 2011 the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) held the first annual Walk Against Hate in Philadelphia on Martin Luther King Drive (formerly West River Drive). This walk was an "initiative in which people from various backgrounds (were) united to stand together to embrace diversity." It was my opportunity to lend support to an important cause and enjoy the day with a few friends.
The ADL web site adds this event was an "opportunity for both youth and adults to make strides against bigotry and hatred in their communities." The walk benefited ADL’s programs including No Place For Hate®, which is a program available to schools and communities to educate people to counteract hatred and bigotry.
The day was warm and a storm was threatening. That didn't keep people away from participating in this inaugural event. While the crowd was certainly not as thick as for other established walks, such as the AIDS Walk, it was what I would guess was a pleasing number for the first walk of its kind. (I couldn't find the number of people who attended. I must confess I made a lame attempt to find this information.) I imagine that most walks start with small numbers and increase each year. If you would like to see a bigger crowd for this event next year, come out to walk against hate next May. Check out the ADL web site in the future for more information. In the meantime, let these pictures take you to the recent 2011 event. If you choose to walk next year, you will see some of Philly's famous sights.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Philadelphia Race Street Pier Opening May 12th
Back in my Manhattan days I swooned over the Highline - the elevated-train-track-turned-park. My pulse has recently started to quicken because Philadelphia is getting something reminiscent of my beloved Highline. May 12th - less than one week - will begin a new era for the Philadelphia waterfront.
The Race Street Pier will turn an old, dilapidated pier into a city park complete with 30+ swamp oak trees, flowers, grass and benches. This peninsula park will allow people to stroll along the Delaware River while enjoying a new view of the city skyline.
Of course, we Philadelphians know that accessing the Delaware means having to get over or under Interstate 95. (Don't even get me started on how city planners blocked easy access to the river "back in the day" when they put several lanes of an interstate between it and Center City.) Fortunately, the Delaware River Waterfront Corporation (DRWC) seems to have a solid plan for making the I-95 crossing more fitting for the new pier park.
According to the DRWC web site
On May 11th, the day before the big opening, you can get a sneak preview of the Race Street Pier - for $150. This "casual chic" party, called A Festive Evening on the Water's Edge, will be from 6p - 9p on the new pier - rain or shine. Tickets can be purchased on the DRWC web site and include complimentary valet parking, entertainment, food, drinks, and fireworks.
This is an exciting time for the Philadelphia waterfront. Mayor Michael Nutter is quoted on the DRWC web site as saying, "The development of the Central Delaware is a project that will reinvent Philadelphia’s relationship with its waterfront in 10, 20, 30 years from now." Fortunately, we won't have to wait years for the Race Street Pier. We have just a few days to wait. I know I'm counting down. If the pier is anything like the New York City Highline, it will be my new favorite place in Philadelphia.
Keep up with the Race Street Pier via Facebook: Friends of Race Street Pier
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| Artist Rendition of the Race Street Pier |
Of course, we Philadelphians know that accessing the Delaware means having to get over or under Interstate 95. (Don't even get me started on how city planners blocked easy access to the river "back in the day" when they put several lanes of an interstate between it and Center City.) Fortunately, the Delaware River Waterfront Corporation (DRWC) seems to have a solid plan for making the I-95 crossing more fitting for the new pier park.
According to the DRWC web site
It is only a 4 minute walk from the corner of Race and Second Streets to the river, but most Philadelphians rarely make the turn and don’t realize how close their waterfront actually is. A combination of design elements are proposed to enhance connectivity to the river and improve the pedestrian and bike experience including a dedicated bike lane, signage, benches, bollards, curb realignments, increased sidewalk widths, crosswalks, plantings and a dramatic light screen along the right-side wall of the underpasses.The web site has "before and after" pictures of the Race Street Connector.
On May 11th, the day before the big opening, you can get a sneak preview of the Race Street Pier - for $150. This "casual chic" party, called A Festive Evening on the Water's Edge, will be from 6p - 9p on the new pier - rain or shine. Tickets can be purchased on the DRWC web site and include complimentary valet parking, entertainment, food, drinks, and fireworks.
This is an exciting time for the Philadelphia waterfront. Mayor Michael Nutter is quoted on the DRWC web site as saying, "The development of the Central Delaware is a project that will reinvent Philadelphia’s relationship with its waterfront in 10, 20, 30 years from now." Fortunately, we won't have to wait years for the Race Street Pier. We have just a few days to wait. I know I'm counting down. If the pier is anything like the New York City Highline, it will be my new favorite place in Philadelphia.
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Philly Updates
Perch Pub
Way back on January 21st of this year I blogged about looking forward to trying Perch Pub for lunch. This week I flew into this pub, which is perched above Broad and Locust Streets, to meet a friend for lunch.

The crowd in the Kimmel Center was deep at 7pm for the lighting of the "Eiffel Tower." The lighting was coordinated with music. It was a pleasant experience that left me dreaming of being in Paris.
Way back on January 21st of this year I blogged about looking forward to trying Perch Pub for lunch. This week I flew into this pub, which is perched above Broad and Locust Streets, to meet a friend for lunch.
The space is warm with exposed brick walls and a nice bar. The food was good, too - or at least our salads were. The place was empty on a Tuesday at high noon. I hope they make it as the pub seems like a great alternative to Sotto Varalli Restaurant, which is immediately downstairs, for the theater and after-work crowds. And the "perched" perspective provides a great view of the streets below. In fact, we saw Danny Bonaduce head down Locust Street on his scooter. It was a bird's eye view of a Partridge!
PIFA
On April 1st I blogged about the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts, with a focus on the final event - the Parisian Street Fair - the last day of the festival. As it turns out, an estimated 150,000 people attended this event. I believe it, too. Broad Street between Chestnut and Lombard Streets was like being in a Tokyo subway at rush hour. I read that many of the poor folks going to the orchestra at the Kimmel Center that night were late because they had to work their way through the crowd.

The crowd in the Kimmel Center was deep at 7pm for the lighting of the "Eiffel Tower." The lighting was coordinated with music. It was a pleasant experience that left me dreaming of being in Paris.
After the lighting of the tower was over, the crowd moved like a wave back onto Broad and Locust Streets for the main event - the high-flying La Comagnie Transe Express. The show was supposed to begin at 7:30pm. The crowd was getting restless - and some briefly booed - when the show still hadn't started at 8:10pm. Someone near me had the crowd around us chuckle by screaming out, "Do something French!"
My "bad" foot and the leg to which it's attached were dreaming of sitting at a Parisian cafe but they - and I -persevered. And I'm glad I did. What a show. It was only 1/2 hour but the musicians - beating drums - and trapeze artists suspended hundreds of feet above Broad Street were a sight to behold. They were hanging on a giant contraption that flapped up and down and spun them around. It was a good night in Paris...uh...I mean Philly.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Saffron Indian Restaurant in Bala Cynwyd, PA
Saffron is a Zagat 2011 "Noteworthy Newcomer" and Philadelphia Magazine "Best of Philly 2010" winner. This restaurant has two locations - one in Bala Cynwyd and another in Ambler. During a visit to the Bala Cynwyd location, I discovered the food was good but the service and noise level made it not worth the trip.
For our entrees, we had Murg Korma (Boneless pieces of chicken cooked in a rich almond and cream sauce; normally $14) and Chana Punjabi (more commonly known as Chana Masala - Chickpeas gently cooked with onions, herbs and tomatoes; normally $12). I didn't sample the korma but my friend liked it. I enjoyed my chickpeas. I had the garlic and coriander naan as my bread choice and my friend had the tandoori roti (whole wheat bread with no oil). These were normally $3 and $2, respectively. The naan, and its buttery goodness, was more tasty - as you would expect - than the roti.
We ended our meals with rice pudding. I was tempted to get a mango lassi as a "extra" but I was full. While the entree portions were standard, I was filled by the appetizers, which I typically don't get when I eat Indian.
Go to Saffron for take-out. The noise - largely due to a large table of about a dozen college-aged women - was so loud I could barely hold a conversation. In fact, one couple got up and moved to another side of the small dining room in a desperate (and probably futile attempt) to get away from the noise. I suspect, however, that the restaurant is probably loud many nights when it is full.
I was most disappointed with the service. After our meals were served, no one checked back with us to make sure everything was satisfactory. Considering the restaurant was not full at that time, that is inexcusable. Also, my water glass was empty for a 1/2 hour before I finally was able to find someone who could fill it. I was told "OK" but that didn't happen. I had to ask again when our check was brought to the table. Even without these faux pas, I would say the service was chilly at best.
It's a good thing the food is good - although not fabulous - or Saffron would not be worth a visit at all. I encourage Zagat and Philly Magazine to visit again.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Paris Comes to Philadelphia
PIFA? Never heard of it. Turns out it's the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts. Or, for awhile, I'll pretend it stands for Philly's Interesting, Fun Activity.
If you are anywhere in the Northeast, you know that Spring hasn't really arrived here. Cold weather does not want to leave us and snow made one (hopefully) last appearance today. So what are most of us doing? Waiting anxiously for warmer weather and fun, outdoor activities. We seem to have a forecast for that soon in Philadelphia.
On Saturday, April 30th, a sliver of Center City will look a little Parisian compliments of the PIFA Street Fair. This free event from 11am - 8:30pm will turn Broad Street between Chestnut and Lombard into a Francophile's dream. The fair will feature French street performers and food vendors, a public garden with a children's area, two stages for musical performances, and a giant Ferris wheel. The fair will culminate with a "breathtaking routine" by La Comagnie Transe Express suspended 100 feet in the air. Just a brief glimpse of the company's web site (check it out!) looks like they can thrill the mere mortals left on the ground to watch.
This street fair is just one of many events planned between April 7 - May 1 as part of the festival. The PIFA web site shows there are many entertainment options - from music, theater, speakers, dance, film, tours, etc. I'm all for those things. More than ever, however, I am ready for the outdoor events. I plan on being at Philly's Interesting, Fun Activity on April 30th. I hope warm weather is planning on being there, too.
If you are anywhere in the Northeast, you know that Spring hasn't really arrived here. Cold weather does not want to leave us and snow made one (hopefully) last appearance today. So what are most of us doing? Waiting anxiously for warmer weather and fun, outdoor activities. We seem to have a forecast for that soon in Philadelphia.
On Saturday, April 30th, a sliver of Center City will look a little Parisian compliments of the PIFA Street Fair. This free event from 11am - 8:30pm will turn Broad Street between Chestnut and Lombard into a Francophile's dream. The fair will feature French street performers and food vendors, a public garden with a children's area, two stages for musical performances, and a giant Ferris wheel. The fair will culminate with a "breathtaking routine" by La Comagnie Transe Express suspended 100 feet in the air. Just a brief glimpse of the company's web site (check it out!) looks like they can thrill the mere mortals left on the ground to watch.
This street fair is just one of many events planned between April 7 - May 1 as part of the festival. The PIFA web site shows there are many entertainment options - from music, theater, speakers, dance, film, tours, etc. I'm all for those things. More than ever, however, I am ready for the outdoor events. I plan on being at Philly's Interesting, Fun Activity on April 30th. I hope warm weather is planning on being there, too.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Superior Donuts - See it in Philly Through April 3, 2011
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| Tracy Letts |
Superior Donuts reviews in Chicago, New York, and even Philadelphia were not glowing. And most reviews did a comparison to August: Osage County. The New York Times (6.30.2008) said,
(Letts') new play, “Superior Donuts,” which opened Saturday at the Steppenwolf Theater here, is a much less ambitious repast. It has a lot in common with the deep-fried breakfast food of the title. It’s insubstantial and sweet, with virtually no nutritional value.The Chicago Tribune (10.1.2009) wrote,
So. Is “Superior Donuts” the next “August”? No. Another Great American Play? Nope. The one to beat for all the awards? It would have to be a lean year. Straight to Broadway? Don’t book your flight.The Tribune was wrong on the last point as Superior Donuts did come to Broadway. I also disagree with both papers in their overall assessments.
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| James William Ijames (left) and Craig Spindle |
Go see this play. It gave me two hours and twenty minutes of entertainment and I wanted more. Non-Philadelphians shouldn't be too surprised to find it near you, too, as it seems to be making the circuit. Don't miss it when it comes to your area like I did in New York City. You may not be as lucky as I was; you may not have a second chance.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
March Madness in the City of Sisterly Love (?)
As of this moment, Temple is still in and Penn State, Princeton and Villanova are out. If you live in Philly, you may already know this. If you're a bracket junkie, you're getting your fix right now and definitely know this. That's right folks, it's March Madness. But guess what? Women play this game too!
Yes, for most, March Madness means great men's basketball. And that's absolutely correct. But it also means great women's basketball. If you live in the Philadelphia area, you may get to see local favorites play, like Penn State or Princeton or powerhouses UConn (coached by Geno Auriemma, local guy) or Tennessee (coached by the legend, Pat Summit). One of the four women's regional tournaments (Sweet 16) will be held here in Philadelphia.
The Temple University Liacouras Center will be jumpin' on Sunday, March 27nd and Tuesday, March 29th. Tickets are still available but this tournament will surely sell out. Not sure? Check out the NCAA Women's Bracket to help you decide. The tickets are only $32 for Sunday and, remember, that's for two games! Pay $57 and that includes Tuesday's game. (Student tickets are cheaper.)
If you're worried that you'll miss a men's game, they're not playing on the 29th. OK, so they are playing on the 27th, but you won't catch them live in Philly. For live March Madness, see you at Temple University!
Yes, for most, March Madness means great men's basketball. And that's absolutely correct. But it also means great women's basketball. If you live in the Philadelphia area, you may get to see local favorites play, like Penn State or Princeton or powerhouses UConn (coached by Geno Auriemma, local guy) or Tennessee (coached by the legend, Pat Summit). One of the four women's regional tournaments (Sweet 16) will be held here in Philadelphia.
The Temple University Liacouras Center will be jumpin' on Sunday, March 27nd and Tuesday, March 29th. Tickets are still available but this tournament will surely sell out. Not sure? Check out the NCAA Women's Bracket to help you decide. The tickets are only $32 for Sunday and, remember, that's for two games! Pay $57 and that includes Tuesday's game. (Student tickets are cheaper.)
If you're worried that you'll miss a men's game, they're not playing on the 29th. OK, so they are playing on the 27th, but you won't catch them live in Philly. For live March Madness, see you at Temple University!
Addendum: The games featured UConn vs. Georgetown and Duke vs. DePaul. The first game was really exciting. I was hoping for a UConn loss but they squeaked out a win. The latter game was very poorly played. Didn't look like Division 1 Basketball. The game turned out to be closer than I thought it would have. Duke prevailed.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Chef Jose Garces Guapos Tacos - Find Them if You Can
Chef Garces took his show on the road. Starting just this month, his fare is now available via truck...if you can find it. Well, it's really not that hard. You can follow the truck's whereabouts on Twitter.
Apparently, seems like as soon as the Tweet goes out the masses arrive. Hungry Huddlers can spend their time looking at the bottle caps that make up the mural on the side of the truck. Or, they can focus on the paper menus that are distributed to make the line go faster. On the menu, you will find:
Apparently, seems like as soon as the Tweet goes out the masses arrive. Hungry Huddlers can spend their time looking at the bottle caps that make up the mural on the side of the truck. Or, they can focus on the paper menus that are distributed to make the line go faster. On the menu, you will find:
- Guacamole Con Cotija
- Tacos De Carnitas
- Tacos De Lengua Y Costillas (Remember, lengua = tongue. A dish from Garces' Distrito Restuarant)
- Veggie Tacos
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Roadside America
I take great pleasure in kitsch. I just really appreciate people expressing themselves - even if others view those expressions as lowbrow, common, or without taste. That is why, before the Internet, I bought a copy of Roadside America.
Roadside America is a book, and also a website now, that is a "guide to offbeat tourist attractions." The website allows you to sort by state, themes (big coffee pots, big bovine, stonehenges) etc. You can even save a list of sites you'd like to visit. I'm thinking about this now because I'm soon having breakfast with a friend who doesn't live too far from a site I'd like to visit.
Years ago I passed the Haines Shoe House in Hellam, PA, which is about 4 miles east of the town of York. It was quite a sight, as you can see here. This was my view when I drove past it. Of course, my immediate thought was "the old woman who lived in a shoe." Turns out an old woman had nothing to do with this. It was the idea of Colonel Mahlon M. Haines, owner of 40 shoe stores in PA and Maryland, who had an architect do this for advertisement purposes.
Tours of the Shoe House are offered. The Shoe House doesn't seem to have it's own website, but you can call 717-840-8339 to learn about the tours. After all, kitsch doesn't get much better than this.

Click here to read more about the Haines Shoe House on the Roadside America website.
Roadside America is a book, and also a website now, that is a "guide to offbeat tourist attractions." The website allows you to sort by state, themes (big coffee pots, big bovine, stonehenges) etc. You can even save a list of sites you'd like to visit. I'm thinking about this now because I'm soon having breakfast with a friend who doesn't live too far from a site I'd like to visit.
Years ago I passed the Haines Shoe House in Hellam, PA, which is about 4 miles east of the town of York. It was quite a sight, as you can see here. This was my view when I drove past it. Of course, my immediate thought was "the old woman who lived in a shoe." Turns out an old woman had nothing to do with this. It was the idea of Colonel Mahlon M. Haines, owner of 40 shoe stores in PA and Maryland, who had an architect do this for advertisement purposes. The shoe - 45 feet long, 25 feet high, and about 17 feet wide - was offered to newlyweds and the elderly for get-aways. It was built between 1948 - 1949 and, according to Roadside America,
Tours of the Shoe House are offered. The Shoe House doesn't seem to have it's own website, but you can call 717-840-8339 to learn about the tours. After all, kitsch doesn't get much better than this.

Back of the Shoe House (Fire escape added in the 1960's)
Click here to read more about the Haines Shoe House on the Roadside America website.
Friday, March 11, 2011
He Said, She Said
Scene: On train during morning commute. Two people sitting in seats directly facing each other; both with noses in their books. Train slows as it nears his destination.
He: How do you like that book? It had a great review in the New York Times.
She: (Immediately pleased by this conversation) Well, I'm just a dozen pages into it but I like it so far. I listened to the author interview on the NPR website. Was the Times review recent?He: Yes, just this past Sunday.
She: Oh good. I'll have to check it out. I noticed the book you are reading. How is it?
She: Too bad we have to work; we could finish our books.
He: Yes...so many books, so little time.
He and She: A few more comments and a shared laugh.
No romance here...except for the love of words and books. Absolutely made my day.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
JG Domestic
Yes, we read reviews stating "you sit under an escalator" and the food was good but pricey. Even so, we looked forward to trying JG Domestic to see for ourselves. I was already a fan of the chef and was anxious to see if I still felt that way when I left.
Friends from a former employer took SEPTA in from the Western suburbs on this cold day for a "reunion" over dinner. Conveniently, they did not have to even go outside as this Iron Chef Jose Garces restaurant is connected to 30th Street Station. Up one escalator and down another delivers hungry travellers or foodies to this restaurant within a business office building.
It is easy to see how some would fret that the space is "under an escalator." This criticism seemed much ado about nothing as the dining space that doesn't have an actual ceiling is limited and it looked very comfortable with overhead beams and lots of plants to soften the space.
Our group followed the hostess to the back, which was most certainly an actual room with walls and a ceiling. A party of 5, we sat in the back right corner. As seen in the picture below, this room was obviously for larger parties as there were only 4 tables - 3 for 6 and 1 for 8. For quite some time we had our own private room. About mid-way through our meal we were joined by a party of 8.
We didn't sit by the kitchen but our waitress told us that "Chef" was in that night. We joked that we were going to complain about a dish and demand to see the chef. Our waitress semi-smiled. She had either heard that a dozen times or she thought we were complete rubes. We didn't complain but we did see "Chef" on the way out and he was kind enough to greet us, asked if we enjoyed it, and thanked us for coming in. We thanked him, as well, for this treat of a dining experience.
When we were first seated we asked some questions about the wine. Even though our waitress' "favorite" was the $165 bottle, we opted for the $40 bottle of Rosenblum (red) Zinfandel. The wine was perfectly acceptable - especially after it breathed a little. (A few days later I saw the exact bottle in a New Jersey wine store for $11.) One of my friends ordered a drink with Stoli vodka and we were reminded what the "Domestic" means in "JG Domestic." (Everything is from the US. While Stoli didn't make the list of exceptions, we were told a few scotches did. Apparently they make that concession for the older businessmen in the Cira Center, the building in which JG Domestic is housed.)
This root vegetable is pronounced "crones" (one syllable) and was named after the French town of Crosne where they were brought from Japan in 1882, according to The New York Times. In February 2004, the paper had an informative and amusing article about this unsightly vegetable. A New York farmer was quoted as saying this one-inch vegetable is difficult to harvest in the late fall when the ground is cold. For cooks,
Apparently, much of the flavor resides in the skin. The article added,
The last two meals listed above (chicken and ribeye) were extremely large portions. The boar was..well...a bore. It received mostly rave reviews online but our table was very ambivalent about it. I've had better in several places, including Pumpkin in South Philly. Also, it was a much smaller serving than the chicken and ribeye.
After discovering the proximity to the escalator is not an issue for JG Domestic and, yes, the food is pricey I still highly recommend it. If you're going to travel by car, it may be easier to park at 30th Street and walk through the train station than navigate the maze of roads and railroad tracks around the Cira Center. But if you decide to drive anyway, I certainly understand. Chef Jose Garces' restaurant is so comfortable and the food so creative that this fan knows you do what you have to do to experience it.
Friends from a former employer took SEPTA in from the Western suburbs on this cold day for a "reunion" over dinner. Conveniently, they did not have to even go outside as this Iron Chef Jose Garces restaurant is connected to 30th Street Station. Up one escalator and down another delivers hungry travellers or foodies to this restaurant within a business office building.
It is easy to see how some would fret that the space is "under an escalator." This criticism seemed much ado about nothing as the dining space that doesn't have an actual ceiling is limited and it looked very comfortable with overhead beams and lots of plants to soften the space.
Our group followed the hostess to the back, which was most certainly an actual room with walls and a ceiling. A party of 5, we sat in the back right corner. As seen in the picture below, this room was obviously for larger parties as there were only 4 tables - 3 for 6 and 1 for 8. For quite some time we had our own private room. About mid-way through our meal we were joined by a party of 8.
It did not appear that you needed to have a large party to get a seat away from the hostess stand (read: away from the escalator). The restaurant does have an open kitchen, so bear that in mind when making a reservation to help you determine if you want to see what's going on or not. One possibility if you do sit by the kitchen - you may get to see Jose Garces in action.
We didn't sit by the kitchen but our waitress told us that "Chef" was in that night. We joked that we were going to complain about a dish and demand to see the chef. Our waitress semi-smiled. She had either heard that a dozen times or she thought we were complete rubes. We didn't complain but we did see "Chef" on the way out and he was kind enough to greet us, asked if we enjoyed it, and thanked us for coming in. We thanked him, as well, for this treat of a dining experience.
When we were first seated we asked some questions about the wine. Even though our waitress' "favorite" was the $165 bottle, we opted for the $40 bottle of Rosenblum (red) Zinfandel. The wine was perfectly acceptable - especially after it breathed a little. (A few days later I saw the exact bottle in a New Jersey wine store for $11.) One of my friends ordered a drink with Stoli vodka and we were reminded what the "Domestic" means in "JG Domestic." (Everything is from the US. While Stoli didn't make the list of exceptions, we were told a few scotches did. Apparently they make that concession for the older businessmen in the Cira Center, the building in which JG Domestic is housed.)There is a Chef Tasting Menu every night but the entire table has to order this. This night one of the two tastings was based on the passion fruit menu Chef used when he retained his Iron Chef title just the week before. (If that's something you want to try, it should be available for quite awhile as I've backdated this blog entry almost three weeks and it is still on the menu.) We, however, were all anxious to sample a wide variety of dishes. Since we had some specific ones we wanted to try, we opted not to go for the tasting menu ($65 per person) where the chef chooses what is served.
And speaking of the menu. Wow. We were unanimous that everything was excellent and one dish was "OK." Fortunately, each of the five of us didn't mind passing dishes and allowing others to try everything. This is what we ate:- Maine Lobster Cappuccino - a soup including Butternut squash dumpling and vanilla emulsion
- Kabocha Squash - with black kale, sheep milk cheese candied squash seeds
- Sugar Pumpkin Croquettes - with chevre, baby fennel, orange
- Chef's Garden Crosnes - a tuber with potato dumpling and crispy artichoke (more detail below)
- Chilled Heirloom Baby Beets - with whipped creme fraiche, molasses vinaigrette
- Texas Wild Boar Rack - with mustard glaze and maple grits
- Jidori Chicken - herb roasted with baby carrots, fingerling potatoes, cipollini
- Adobo Rubbed Ribeye - with refried rancho gordo cranberry beans and vidalia onion rings
This root vegetable is pronounced "crones" (one syllable) and was named after the French town of Crosne where they were brought from Japan in 1882, according to The New York Times. In February 2004, the paper had an informative and amusing article about this unsightly vegetable. A New York farmer was quoted as saying this one-inch vegetable is difficult to harvest in the late fall when the ground is cold. For cooks,
they are impossible to peel and annoying to clean. (Rub them with salt and a little water -- the salt gets the dirt out of nooks and crannies.)
Apparently, much of the flavor resides in the skin. The article added,
The French variety tastes a bit like potato. The American variety is smaller and nuttier. The delicate flavor suggests jicama or Jerusalem artichoke. Unlike most tubers, crosnes stay crunchy when cooked.Intrigued by this little vegetable prepared so well at JG Domestic, I did a little more research on chow.com. It said this tuber is "from the mint family with a nutty, artichoke-like flavor." This website differed from The New York Times, however, in that it stated crosnes were brought to France from China. Whatever their origin, I will be on the hunt to try crosnes in other restaurants. I want to see if they are as fabulous as I think or if they benefited greatly from the wizardly of Chef.
The last two meals listed above (chicken and ribeye) were extremely large portions. The boar was..well...a bore. It received mostly rave reviews online but our table was very ambivalent about it. I've had better in several places, including Pumpkin in South Philly. Also, it was a much smaller serving than the chicken and ribeye.
After discovering the proximity to the escalator is not an issue for JG Domestic and, yes, the food is pricey I still highly recommend it. If you're going to travel by car, it may be easier to park at 30th Street and walk through the train station than navigate the maze of roads and railroad tracks around the Cira Center. But if you decide to drive anyway, I certainly understand. Chef Jose Garces' restaurant is so comfortable and the food so creative that this fan knows you do what you have to do to experience it.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Angela Bofill Experience at the Keswick Theater in Glenside, PA
She topped the charts in the 1980's with the voice of an angel and the looks of a bombshell. Even after her star faded a bit here in the US during the 90's and 00's, she still widely performed internationally. But in 2006 her star crashed to the ground when she had the first of her two strokes. Even so, over the years I - and many others, apparently - wondered what became of her. It also made me wonder - again - what happened to someone else.
Angella Bofill's voice has the ability to stir places in one's heart that have been fortified for years in self-defense. Tonight I Give In is filled with almost painful joy, I'm on Your Side makes one ready to enter battle for a loved one and declare your undying loyalty, and This Time I'll be Sweeter can drop you to your knees remembering past remorse. I know - sounds dramatic. But these songs can really make you feel. Give each of the three below a chance. You don't have to listen to each song in its entirety to get the gist of the emotion and the voice.
I'm on Your Side (Audio only)
This Time I'll be Sweeter (Audio only)
This daughter of a Cuban-American father and a Puerto Rican mother grew up in The Bronx where she started performing in her teens. She wrote much of her music and used it to showcase her 3 1/2 octave range. After her 2006 stroke, and her second stroke the following year, that wonderful voice was silenced. "Angie," as she is know to her friends, could not walk or speak for three years. During those three years she lived in a rehab facility.
After being released from the rehab facility, Bofill moved in with her baby sister in California. Friends saw her getting depressed and doing nothing in life. They encouraged her to put together the Angela Bofill Experience, which is what I saw. During this show, a wonderful singer named Maysa sang Bofill's classics - in a voice that rivaled Bofill's. (She was truly amazing.) Bofill's role was to briefly describe the origin of the songs, why she wrote them, etc. This part of the evening was painful.
While Bofill's speech is back, it is very labored. She speaks in very simple, incomplete sentences. If you cringe with compassion when you hear Dick Clark speak on New Year's Eve, you would do a double-wince to hear Bofill. She also needed some prompting by Maysa when it was her turn to speak, almost as if she was a little confused. And watching Bofill get out of the wheelchair and back in it? Ugh. I felt like a voyeur as the clock seemed to tick loudly while the audience held its collective breath.
At one point Bofill played the cowbell with her one functioning arm. At first I thought, "Look what she's been reduced to" but then I realized, "Hey, she's out there, back in front of an audience that loves her decades after her heyday. Good for her!" Even if she was mostly watching someone else perform her songs, she was showered with applause by the audience.
Angela Bofill (left) watching Maysa perform the Bofill hits
A few newspapers, including The Washington Post and The Philadelphia Inquirer, published articles about this Angela Bofill Experience that were interesting to read. This experience and the articles made me wonder about a woman I didn't even know. Bofill's music reminds me of her...although not for reasons you may think.
Back in the 80's I frequented a bar where I would often go after my evening of (college) studying ended because I liked the bartender. This was a small and quiet bar that never had a lot of patrons during the week. One night, a woman came in and sat at the far end of the bar by herself. This meant there were only three of us there.
This woman ordered a drink, got quarters, and played Angela Bofill over and over again. When the jukebox stopped, the woman got up and put more quarters in. In between, she often sat with her head on the bar in obvious emotional pain. Every now and then, she would raise her head - eyes closed - and sing to Bofill's songs in such a beautiful voice. One song - I'm pretty sure it was I'm on Your Side - made her cry. I'll never forget the quiet tears rolling down her cheeks. I now realize she was probably grieving for the loss of a relationship with someone she loved so much that she was still willing to be on that person's side, even if it was obviously killing her.
I still see that woman in my mind's eye today, and probably always will. It was a powerful moment in time for me. Just as I wondered these past years what happened to Angela Bofill, I've wondered more what happened to that woman.
The Persian Grille in Lafayette Hill, PA
Over 20 years. That's how long it has been since I have wanted to try The Persian Grille just outside the northwest county line separating Philadelphia and Montgomery counties. I wish I could say it was worth the wait.
Years and years ago I lived in the Germantown and then West Mount Airy sections of Philadelphia. I also worked in nearby Chestnut Hill for awhile. During these times, I would often pass this restaurant, which seemed extremely exotic and mysterious in my limited world experience and youth. I finally stopped there this past weekend as I was heading to a concert in Glenside, PA; this restaurant is only about 7 - 8 miles from the theater.
The dining experience got off to a great start. The restaurant had quite a few patrons at 6pm and I could tell from the way many interacted with the waitstaff that the patrons were regulars. That, combined with the intriguing Iranian/Persian art, made for a comfortable and interesting atmosphere. The food also got off to a good start.
Two of the three appetizers we had were very tasty. We started with Halim Bademjoon ($6.95), a
Even though I tried it, I can't remember what my partner ate for an entree. Chicken-something that apparently did not "wow" me. I had Shereen Polo ($19.95), which is described on the menu as
We ended the meal with some baklava and I had some tea that came with rock candy on a stick - dunk to add the sweetness!
Too bad the enjoyable and tasty beginning and end of the meal wasn't accompanied by a strong middle. Perhaps I unfairly expected more diverse flavor. Maybe I jinxed myself after the first eggplant appetizer and all of the interesting eye-candy (in the form of decoration) when I said, "I'm definitely coming back here." All I know that is that I'm glad I tried it after 20+ years of thinking I would get to it. I'm willing, however, to wait that amount of time again before I re-visit, even if the place did have a large line of eager customers when I left.
Years and years ago I lived in the Germantown and then West Mount Airy sections of Philadelphia. I also worked in nearby Chestnut Hill for awhile. During these times, I would often pass this restaurant, which seemed extremely exotic and mysterious in my limited world experience and youth. I finally stopped there this past weekend as I was heading to a concert in Glenside, PA; this restaurant is only about 7 - 8 miles from the theater.
The dining experience got off to a great start. The restaurant had quite a few patrons at 6pm and I could tell from the way many interacted with the waitstaff that the patrons were regulars. That, combined with the intriguing Iranian/Persian art, made for a comfortable and interesting atmosphere. The food also got off to a good start.
Two of the three appetizers we had were very tasty. We started with Halim Bademjoon ($6.95), a
special seasoned open flame charcoal grilled eggplant made with shredded chicken, sauteed onions, mint and walnuts.This was very good. Next, the waiter brought us complimentary dishes, costing about $9.00 on the menu if we had to pay for them. These were very reminiscent of starters that accompany papadam at an Indian restaurant. The tomato, onion, cucumber mixture (Salad-Shirazi) was very good. The yogurt and cucumber dish tasted sour.
Even though I tried it, I can't remember what my partner ate for an entree. Chicken-something that apparently did not "wow" me. I had Shereen Polo ($19.95), which is described on the menu as
basmati rice with saffron, slivered almonds, orange peels, slivered carrots and pistachio nuts. We add our special sauce and a generous portion of oven roasted chicken topped with a mild orange sauce. This dish is served at persian wedding (sic).Sounds great, right? I wish I could say it was. It wasn't bad, mind you. It was just that the orange taste was overwhelming and the chicken was dry. The portion was huge and, because there was not a great diversity of taste, I wound up with the dreaded "same-taste syndrome." (Remind me to copyright that phrase.) I left a lot on my plate.
We ended the meal with some baklava and I had some tea that came with rock candy on a stick - dunk to add the sweetness!
Too bad the enjoyable and tasty beginning and end of the meal wasn't accompanied by a strong middle. Perhaps I unfairly expected more diverse flavor. Maybe I jinxed myself after the first eggplant appetizer and all of the interesting eye-candy (in the form of decoration) when I said, "I'm definitely coming back here." All I know that is that I'm glad I tried it after 20+ years of thinking I would get to it. I'm willing, however, to wait that amount of time again before I re-visit, even if the place did have a large line of eager customers when I left.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tinto in Philadelphia
I don't like it when a person professes to be a "foodie." I'm not sure why I don't like it; maybe because it seems snobby or pretentious? But if loving food that's creative, unique, a nd beautifully presented makes one a foodie, Tinto has done that to me.
According to this restaurant and wine bar's web site,
In this Eden of good food, I had a cheese plate as well as an arugula salad with serrano ham, mission figs, and goat cheese to start. I also had octopus with lemon powder. My partner also shared her olives, sea bass with cockles (clams) and salsa verde, and a chicken dish. With the generous tapas portions, we both felt like we had enough to eat.
It's been over week now since we ate there so I can't remember the red wine we had but the server recommended one. Both were great complements to the food.
If I were the Lone Ranger I would say, "Go to Tinto, Tonto!" OK, call me corny. Just don't call me a foodie.
According to this restaurant and wine bar's web site,
Tinto, a colloquial expression used to describe the red wine served in typical pintxos bars throughout Northern Spain, is the ultimate expression of what a Basque wine bar should be.This pintxos (or pinchos - the Basque version of what more people may know as tapas) bar on 20th Street between Chestnut and Sansom, is a warm (albeit a little dark) space with impeccable service. My experience was very pleasant; my mind was relaxed and my palate was thrilled.
In this Eden of good food, I had a cheese plate as well as an arugula salad with serrano ham, mission figs, and goat cheese to start. I also had octopus with lemon powder. My partner also shared her olives, sea bass with cockles (clams) and salsa verde, and a chicken dish. With the generous tapas portions, we both felt like we had enough to eat. It's been over week now since we ate there so I can't remember the red wine we had but the server recommended one. Both were great complements to the food.
If I were the Lone Ranger I would say, "Go to Tinto, Tonto!" OK, call me corny. Just don't call me a foodie.
Jolly at Jolly's

I have passed this place on occasion for several months whenever I rode the 42 bus down Chestnut from University City. I popped in this particular night because I was killing time before my dinner reservation. Plus, I had been up since 4:30am (to get to work by 6am) and...it was my birthday and I wanted to treat myself!
There was just one other patron when I got there at 5:15pm. The bartender had plenty of time to tell me all about the place and show me the happy hour menu. which is good from 5 - 7pm. I had a $4 glass of wine (imported and domestic beers are $3 during happy hour and cocktails are 1/2 price) as I looked over the food menu. The happy hour menu has the standards - chicken tenders, hummus, quesadillas, brushcetta and potato skins - and one twist in the form of chips and pineapple salsa. All of these are $3 or $4 dollars. The menu also has small plates that seem worth trying. (Check out the web site for these.)
There was no music at the early hour I was there and the web site doesn't list the hours. I do recall there is music every night but some nights it starts at 8pm and earlier other nights...I think. Interesting, the "duelling" is not what you may think. The piano players don't "duel" each other; they duel the audience. This means that money, in the form of tips, is involved and the more money per song means that's the song that starts playing. I would imagine there's always some patron throwing money around. But, if not, I can't imagine the pianos remaining silent.
Call me old-fashioned. I am looking forward to going to Jolly's to see how it all works. I'm glad I spotted it while passing by on the bus.
Friday, January 21, 2011
No Upstares Upstairs
Philadelphians know the corner of Broad and Locust as the location of dual restaurants Sotto Varalli and, just upstairs from Sotto Varalli, the other restaurant called Upstares. As of today, the 21-year old Upstares is gone and Perch Pub occupies its space. The menus of Sotto Varalli and Upstares will combine - "Northern Italian seafood with a Mediterranean twist" - in the downstairs restaurant. In addition, Sotto Varalli is now simply Varalli.A gastropub of sorts, Perch will pour local craft beer and feature a moderately priced ($1.50-$19) comfort-food-style menu (melts, tacos, braised lamb shank, housemade chips and fries...The Varalli website hasn't changed yet so I'm not sure if Perch Pub is open for lunch, but I plan on wandering over there sometime next month to check it out.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The Old as Part of the New
Do you ever walk by something frequently and quietly admire it? Or maybe wonder about it? I did the former often when I got off the commuter train at Philadelphia's University City station. I walked past the relatively new, 300 million dollar Perelman Center - affiliated with the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania - and always noticed the "old" in with the "new." On Friday, after months and months of planning to do it, I took some pictures.
The Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine, which opened in 2008, is at 34th and Civic Center Boulevard in West Philadelphia. There is no longer a Civic Center on Civic Center Boulevard because the Perelman Center - and a big gaping hole that will eventually be filled with at least one more medical building - occupies the site of the former Civic Center. There was, however, a building that preceded the Civic Center on that site. Probably one that the majority of Philadelphians don't know about.
In the late 1890's, University of Pennsylvania Botany Professor William Wilson "imagined creating a permanent world's fair exhibition in Philadelphia," according to the Perelman Center web site. He arranged for world fair artifacts to come to Philadelphia to be part of his Philadelphia Commercial Museum. These artifacts came from the 1893 Columbian Exposition in Chicago, the 1904 Louisiana Purchase Exposition in Saint Louis and fairs from around the world.
Wilson's museum served "as a school for American Businessmen" where they could learn about world markets. Starting in the 1920's, because of the growth of the US Commerce Department, the forming of business schools - such as Wharton - at American colleges, and a general loss of interest in world's fairs, Philadelphia official began to look for other uses for the Commercial Museum site. This change begat the Civic Center.
Again, according to the Perelman Center web site,
This convergence on a city for their political conventions does not happen today. According to Smithsonian Magazine, it happened in 1948 in Philadelphia because
The storied history of the Civic Center continued well after FDR and Truman. Wikipedia indicates that Pope John Paul II, Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela all spoke there. In addition, The Beatles performed there in their first U.S. concert. President Lyndon B. Johnson also spoke there in August, 1964.
After the Spectrum was built in South Philadelphia in 1967, however, the Civic Center began to fall out of favor. The last event held there was the 1996 Atlantic 10 Men's Basketball tournament. The building sat vacant for almost a decade before it was razed.
I'm glad I finally stopped to photograph and eventually write about this little piece of the old mixed in with the new. I am sure there is so much I pass every day that has an interesting story so I am reminded to be more aware and open to seeing what is hidden in plain sight.
The Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine, which opened in 2008, is at 34th and Civic Center Boulevard in West Philadelphia. There is no longer a Civic Center on Civic Center Boulevard because the Perelman Center - and a big gaping hole that will eventually be filled with at least one more medical building - occupies the site of the former Civic Center. There was, however, a building that preceded the Civic Center on that site. Probably one that the majority of Philadelphians don't know about.
In the late 1890's, University of Pennsylvania Botany Professor William Wilson "imagined creating a permanent world's fair exhibition in Philadelphia," according to the Perelman Center web site. He arranged for world fair artifacts to come to Philadelphia to be part of his Philadelphia Commercial Museum. These artifacts came from the 1893 Columbian Exposition in Chicago, the 1904 Louisiana Purchase Exposition in Saint Louis and fairs from around the world.
Wilson's museum served "as a school for American Businessmen" where they could learn about world markets. Starting in the 1920's, because of the growth of the US Commerce Department, the forming of business schools - such as Wharton - at American colleges, and a general loss of interest in world's fairs, Philadelphia official began to look for other uses for the Commercial Museum site. This change begat the Civic Center.
Again, according to the Perelman Center web site,
The Municipal Auditorium, finished in 1930, was the centerpiece of the new convention center. It was a splendid example of Art Deco design. The Municipal Auditorium played host to a number of important political events. In 1948 all three major political parties – Democratic, Republican and Progressive – held their conventions in the Municipal Auditorium.
This convergence on a city for their political conventions does not happen today. According to Smithsonian Magazine, it happened in 1948 in Philadelphia because
The city was at the center point of the Boston to Richmond coaxial cable, then the main carrier of live television in the United States. By 1948, as many as ten million people from Boston to Richmond could watch the tumultuous process by which the major parties selected their candidates.
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| Harry Truman Delivering his Speech in Sweltering Heat in his White Linen Suit |
In 1948, Thomas Dewey was the Republican Candidate and Harry Truman the Democratic one - and the underdog. While viewers got to watch the parties' nomination proceedings, they also got to see the faces of famous journalists only known, up to that point, by their voices. Perhaps the best example of this was Edward R. Murrow.
It wasn't Dewey, Truman, or Murrow, however, that I thought about when I passed the Civic Center on my train in 2004 - 2005 as it was being demolished. I was thinking about FDR.
I had heard somewhere along the line that FDR had accepted his party's nomination for his re-election in 1936. (When I fact checked this, I learned that occurred on June 27th of that year.) I thought about this larger-than-life man as I sadly watched the Civic Center's demise Monday through Friday for months. It was a slow death, and it pained me even though I never stepped foot in the building. (I suppose I just have a reverence for history and don't believe that new is always better than old.)
I really thought of FDR when the demolition got to the point where I could see inside the Civic Center and I caught views of the stadium-style seating. I pictured a president trying to save a nation from falling off the precipice. I wondered if he was able to hide his disability in front of all of those people, as he seemingly desired to do so as not to appear weak.
I also wondered about the story behind the beautiful friezes on the exterior of the building and how they would disappear when this Art Deco building crumbled.
Some of these friezes, which Smithsonian Magazine said "celebrated American values and the history of humankind," were what I took pictures of on Friday. Someone had enough foresight to save the friezes, as well as some Art Deco lighting, and install them on the exterior of the Perelman Center. I am so grateful these were saved. I have studied them in a way I could have never done when they were perched high on the Civic Center as the demolition was occurring.It is a little strange that these pieces of the past are displayed on the side of the Perelman Center facing a parking garage. This location, and the one-way traffic on the street, seemingly offers limited exposure to these beauties. They are even in the "smoking section," as witnessed by the spiked cigarette disposal device seen in the bottom picture. Oh well, at least they survived.
The storied history of the Civic Center continued well after FDR and Truman. Wikipedia indicates that Pope John Paul II, Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela all spoke there. In addition, The Beatles performed there in their first U.S. concert. President Lyndon B. Johnson also spoke there in August, 1964.
After the Spectrum was built in South Philadelphia in 1967, however, the Civic Center began to fall out of favor. The last event held there was the 1996 Atlantic 10 Men's Basketball tournament. The building sat vacant for almost a decade before it was razed.
I'm glad I finally stopped to photograph and eventually write about this little piece of the old mixed in with the new. I am sure there is so much I pass every day that has an interesting story so I am reminded to be more aware and open to seeing what is hidden in plain sight.
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