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Scrapple followed by the Passyunk food tent - looks like I'll skip dinner.

An excellent choice, sir.

333 Belrose al fresco is lovely.

In Pittsburgh, Sandy, hoagies are hot. And, as well as I'm able to remember that place near South Park from the '70s, quite good.

I think it's a typo. Canella means "cinnamon" (which I suppose could be a pasta name, though it seems strange). I don't think that canela (with one L) is an Italian word at all. ← Ii'll check with my alumnii associiation to see iif the plural of Lexus is Lexii. Iit's been a long tiime siince Ii took Latiin...perhaps the Japanese marketiing folks who abuse iit today have changed the rules.

So, Bob, is it time to change the subheading for this thread?

Bruschetta from the Italian bruscare - to roast over coals - makes you pronounce it correctly. Anyway, I'm a big fan of veggies on cheesesteaks, as posted upthread - Cheesesteak Italian - rabe, roasted peppers and fried onions with sharp provolone - from Dakota Pizza in Wynnewood: ...and the "Charlie Special" - tomatoes, onions, sweet peppers and 'shrooms grilled with the meat - from George's food cart at 23rd and Chestnut - the one I eat about once a week. Love the way the veggies steam into the meat, witn no oil other than what's brought onto the grill with the peppers. How about a coal-fired food cart?

My name is Mummer, and I'm a follower of Laban. Wanna see my Zorro mask?

Try the Head Nut in Ardmore - Haverford Road at Wynnewood/Eagle Road. Gotta love a web page The Head Nut that plays Vince Guaraldi.

The spot that formerly was Carmine's in Narberth is a byob. 50 people would probably be a buyout. re: La Collina - NOT a byob.

Is there such a thing as a crispy fried fish cake? I've always felt that a fish cake sammie was bread on bread. I know that there are crab cakes made of crab, but where does one get a fish cake made of fish?

I thought you were talking about those killer stuffed breads, like you can get at Marciano's in Manayunk. My favorite is the one with pepper & eggs. As Ben Franklin said about beer (quoted on the tile wall of the Gray Lodge gents) "...proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."

In the 70s, Harry Jay Katz wanted Sunday liquor sales and a Playboy Club. Fortunately, we got the former. I'm reminded of a line from the North Dallas Forty film, "Tasty, but not very nourishing."

I left before the billing fiasco, unimpressed with the meal. I'm unfamiliar with Korean food, so I thought this was just the ticket for my maiden voyage. While several tastes were good, I found nothing outstanding. Am I supposed to be happy that nothing was bad? That's a half-step from school lunch. Some hot dishes went pretty fast, and they finally brought more bulgogi. That, too, was merely ok. Warm, stringy beef with a watery sauce more sweet than spicy. I want to go with mrbigjas to one of his Korean haunts for the real deal. On the business side, my DDC host story had the resto giving me a check with tax and tip added. The boss, with whom I'd made the inclusive arrangements, left during dessert. The sous chef removed the tax, tip and a cover for the empty spot at one of our tables. I handed him a big wad of cash, and everybody wen't home happy. While it's more because their food is better than this service story, that restaurant just moved into a bigger space.

Hype? Sure.

If I were asked to manage this enterprise in Philly, I wouldn't quit my day job.

Check out the Mandoline thread...I'd link it but I'm in Fast Reply mode. There's a prix fixe menu during the week.

Sorry, folks. I could have called my goof establishment the SPOOFord-Luxe, but I thought that would be too obvious. I didn't think telling a maitre 'd that one was there for a meat tasting could be taken seriously, either. Honest. Then I added a story about a practical joke. Perhaps you don't find a gaggle of double bassists and their instruments milling around at Hollywood and Vine very funny. I didn't use smileys because nothing was double-edged and I thought that would be too obvious for a sophisticated food board like this. If I really wanted to go to this event, I would have sent a PM to Vadouvan to see if there were a space for me. That didn't work when I told them I wanted to ride to New York with the Prince of Wales. (I'm joking, I'm joking! About the Prince, not about the meat.) And anybody who makes his own beer is pretty cool in my book, cdh. (And I caught the tongue-in-cheek, without a smiley.) 6:30 at the Spifford-Luxe, cdh. Just tell the maitre 'd you're there for the meat tasting... ...there's an old musicians' story about Joe Venuti calling several bassists, asking them to meet him at Hollywood & Vine for a gig... ← ←

I'm sure the hard working staff at the City of Philadelphia Food Safety Labs did extensive research in support of this important legislation. We'll have to avoid eating 5 year old Twinkies, since they get an exemption.

City council voted to ban trans fats from restaurants on September 1 and at bakeries a year later. Mayor Street is expected to sign the measure that has the weight of all 17 members behind it. One might ask, "Where's the beef?" as the measure specifies no penalties. KYW newsradio link I wonder what Tastykake thinks.

6:30 at the Spifford-Luxe, cdh. Just tell the maitre 'd you're there for the meat tasting... ...there's an old musicians' story about Joe Venuti calling several bassists, asking them to meet him at Hollywood & Vine for a gig...

They're certainly not those gawdawful Irish potato confections that appear this time of year. I'd rather have a famine!

Jimmy Johns is on 202 just north of Route 1. I think of it as a hot dog place, as does Holly. It's also a favorite of a my friend Don, a retired Hormel salesman. While Don never met a hot dog he didn't like, he does like some much better than others.

Pizza with bacon!!! Even tho' I only tasted it with my eyes, it supports my belief that food is better with bacon.

That's why I chose self-deprecation as a subtitle. It's Penn's fault, and it's not just about food image. Many grads stay here because this is a great city. Everybody knows that folks went to Penn because they didn't get into any other Ivy school. I'm kidding, folks! I didn't even apply to an Ivy school. Really, I am! I got drool on my SATs. Some of my best friends went to Penn! Well, not anymore...