(I grew up here this wasn’t a shock.) But after a hiatus from our city during which I wrote about restaurants and bars in NYC, I couldn’t have predicted the care and energy with which Philly’s restaurants would reposition themselves in this sorta-post-COVID world. Which is to say, a Philadelphian’s unrelenting access to foods of all kinds. When I first signed on to be this magazine’s food editor, I was prepared for what I call Philly Restaurant Privilege. I knew what she meant: the revived freedom of schmoozing in a dining room without an iPhone in sight, the creativity coming out of Philly kitchens and onto plates, that bubbling, symbiotic joy that takes place only when everyone in a restaurant’s ecosystem - the diners, the porters, the front-of-house staff, the cooks - genuinely wants to be there. Not so long ago, a friend texted me to say that for the first time in years, she was having Fun eating in Philly’s restaurants. ![]() ![]() Royal Sushi & Izakaya / Photograph by Jesse Ito
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