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,

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

A dueling piano bar sounds old school but the bartender says he gets a young crowd on the weekends.  During the week, an older crowd comes in.  If you like old-fashioned sing-alongs - bumped up a notch with two pianos - Jolly's Dueling Piano Bar at 20th and Chestnut in Center City Philadelphia is for you.

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.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Can We Keep it, Please?!?!

So reminds me of the many times my brothers and I asked this question. Many, many times the answer was "yes."  Dogs - BIG dogs like a huge, male St. Bernard - and dozens of cats. Just realizing today what gifts pets are in childhood.

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.

According to City PaperPerch Pub is
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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Life's Black Holes

A black hole is a region of space from which nothing, not even light, can escape. ~Wikipedia

 
I've been away from this blog for over a month - longer than any time since I started it in late January 2010. I was in a personal black hole, trying to manage a normal routine when facing losing a part of that which I have known since birth.  It's funny how, when feeling heavy with emotion or loss, life truly goes on. Oh, one's own life may feel like it has ground to a halt.  But life around you moves forward as if nothing has changed.  It makes so much sense that that should be but it also feels like an affront...a mockery of sorts.

I've emerged from the black hole for awhile.  I know it's temporary.  But so is everything else...except, perhaps, for the black holes of the universe.

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,
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.
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.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Bodhi

Bodhi, per Wikipedia, is "both a Pāli and Sanskrit word traditionally translated as 'enlightenment,' but frequently (and more accurately) translated as 'awakening' or 'to know'." I will take the liberty with this definition and say that Bodhi Coffee is 'to know' excellent Stumptown coffee in an 'enlightened' coffee house.

A few weeks ago when I was working on a weekend I headed down to Philadelphia's Headhouse Square section near South Street.  I didn't know until today that Headhouse Square has been a National Historic Landmark since 1966.  About 200 years prior to that, sheds were erected in 1745 in this area to allow merchants and consumers to meet.  About 55 years later, headhouses, which are fire engine houses, were built on the ends of the rows of sheds.  I learned that "each headhouse had alarm bells and a second-floor fireman's social club." 
Headhouse circa 1960's

Headhouse Today
This charming area is still lined with cobble stones and a market occurs between the headhouses.  You can get your history, your veggies and other wares, and a cup of joe in this great location for Bodhi Coffee

The reason I sought out Bodhi Coffee is because my love of Stumptown Coffee.  I haven't had any since I left New York City.  That means it's been almost 8 months.  I was way overdue.  It was a Zen moment when my chilled lips touched that hot coffee.  Goodness that I remembered immediately.  Stumptown and Philly - a beautiful combination.

When I ordered at the counter I was asked the standard, "For here or to go?"  I said, "For here."  Strangely, I was still given a paper cup with a plastic lid.  I was disappointed but not enough to mention it.

I sat in the window and watched the people walking by.  I also watched the people sitting at the two little tables outside.  They were bundled up against the cold but enjoying the late Fall sun.  I read a little bit of the complimentary Sunday newspaper and soaked in the warmth.

When it was time to go I couldn't find the trash can.  When I asked at the counter, I was told they have their own compost and they would take care of it.  I was very appreciative of that answer!  Glad they are trying to make a difference.  Too bad, I thought, they didn't give me a cup they could just wash.

If I lived in the area of Headhouse Square/Society Hill I would be a regular at Bodhi Coffee.  Alas, I'm not a resident of the area.  But I will certainly visit the coffee house whenever I am in the area...or go a little out of my way even if I am not.

According, again, to Wikipedia,
In early Buddhism, bodhi carried a meaning synonymous to nirvana, using only some different metaphors to describe the experience, which implied the extinction of raga (greed)...
The moment I had at Bodhi Coffee - my long sought Stumptown Coffee in a great, "aware" location - was a piece of nirvana.  Even though it is a business, it seems Bodhi Coffee is the antithesis of greed.  I hope it does well as it is watched by the headhouses.

Information regarding Headhouse Square from http://www.ushistory.org/tour/headhouse.htm