November 2, 2009
After a lovely afternoon of laying around at my grandparents house me and Frank decided to go up to Philly for some “grub.” So I tried to make myself presentable and threw on a dress and switched all my stuff over to a different purse. It wasn’t until half way there I realized I forgot my camera. tsk tsk. oh well.
We decided to re-visit one of our favorites from the past – Butcher & Singer
Whether you like stephen starr or not, you have to admit, the guy really does have a knack for making you feel like your somewhere else completely. You feel almost like you walk right into a 1920’s steakhouse and it successfully makes you want to have a glass of whisky and a big ol’ cigar (well, not really, but you know what I mean). The high ceilings, the decor and crazy chandiliers, even the all out black and white tailcoat waiters attire. The best though would have to be a tie between the painting of dogs having drinks at a bar or the incredibly quirky ladies’ and men’s rooms signs on the restroom doors. It’s a fun experience and the food is really quite good.
Like I said, this was actually our second time going so we already had some things in mind to try this time.
To start I got a french onion soup. Besides forgetting it was topped with cheese and having to screape it off to try to save myself from severe stomach pains later, it was very good soup. The broth was to die for – delicious
The first time around Frank had Filet Mignon with Mashed Potatoes (both very good), this time he switched the filet for the porterhouse. I actually tried a piece because of how good he said it was, and I have to agree. I’m not a huge steak fan in general, but it was so tender with a lot of flavor and almost perfect in my opinion (although I’m not steak-expert like Frank is).
I actually decided to go with the same entree as last time, which was the Butcher salad. It’s a fairly basic salad although it had strips of salami in it and little bits of cheese (which I forgot about). I remember be in love with it last time we went but it was fairly disapointing this time. I know! It’s just a salad – what could possibly go wrong? I have no idea what changed but it didn’t seem the same at all to me. I did have a side of mushrooms as well and they were good.
Last time we went we shared the chocoalte cake which was phenomenal, I remember. But this time we decided to wait to have dessert so Frank could get his favorite chocolate cake in the entire world (which is actually technically a torte) and I could see my old friends at the restaurant I used to work at when I was living in west Philly.
Zocalo is a really authentic mexican restaurant with some truly delicious food. Now you might think I’m just saying that because I used to work there and I still have friends there, but really – I do not like mexican food but I always enjoyed my meals in the back room or shoved in a corner of the kitchen at Zocalo. It’s been there for over 20 years now and the head chef/owner has worked there since it opened and just bought it over a few years back, and his wife is right from mexico so it’s stayed true both to it’s past as well as being just really authentic.
If you go during dinner please for goodness sakes do not ask for a taco. This is not taco bell, its a restaurant. I highly recommend one of the Molcajete Cuanajo or the Cochinita Pibil (really though, everything is great and I’m not just brainwashed to say that). As for desserts the chocolate torte is phenomenal and the Holjadre de Chocolate (or just “the chocolate puff pastry”) is also a favorite of everyone who tries it. My favorite drink there is definitely the Tamrind margarita and second favorite is a paloma. I gotta give it to their fabulous dinner bartender (who just happens to be a BFF lol) she’s been doing it a while now and is great at it (and I’m really not just saying that – I swear!).
in review – go. try it. love it. and say hi to gabby for me.
October 28, 2009
As I’ve said before I haaate the fall and winter. I don’t do col by any stretch of the imagination. If I had to find something I liked about those two seasons the only thing I could possibly come up with is soup, chilli and a cup of hot tea every morning (and even those aren’t enough to make me run screaming as soon as the temperature drops below 75).
At least one morning a week I spend chopping up vegetables and scouring the house for chicken broth (which was no where to be found today) putting together some sort of random soup. I don’t even use recipes with either my soup or chilli, I just go with the flow. throw in whatever happens to be laying around. Today just happened to be a onion-garlic-celery-potato-carrot-corn-green beans-and chicken tortellini type of day. Deeelish. I try to always have some leftovers in the fridge. On days when I’m eating at home or at the office I usually get a total of absolutely no vegetables and soups and chillis are a tasty way to get those.
I started doing yoga about a year and a half ago or so. The place where I was staying at the time had a woman come in once a week and give yoga classes. My group of course would act silly and annoy the heck out of our teacher by constantly falling over or breaking out in laughter during her weird “meditation” tapes. But I did manage to develop a love for it. One of my little secrets is that I would love to become a yoga teacher someday. I can’t afford classes right now, but one day…