Philly Love Notes Gift Guide

Hello friends and Philly-lovers, Time for the first Philly Love Letters Gift Guide! With some help from you, I put together a completely non-comprehensive list of amazing things being done right here in the city (or right outside). This only scratches the surface of the cool stuff being made here. There are always tons of great markets and small businesses to support (like Amalgam Comics, Philadelphia Independents, Yowie, and Omoi Zakka). And of course, one of the best gifts of all -- donating money, time, Read more

Giving Back 2017

Oh this year. Time to buckle down and do what I can to give back. Like last year, I'll be donating all of the profits from the map sales to local nonprofits from Thanksgiving through Giving Tuesday. That means that your purchase of a map will help to support all of the following organizations: Philadelphia Wooden Boat Factory, Marian Anderson Historical Society, SEAMAAC, Red Paw Relief and Students Run Philly Style (more about the nonprofits below). Last year we raised Read more

#whyilovephillyarts Launches

It's official, the first #whyilovephillyarts, featuring Sean Martorana, is now live! Check out the prints below and purchase one of the 30 limited edition prints online. This is the first collaboration that aims to build a body of Philly-specific art across a variety of mediums for people to purchase with 100% of the profits going to the artist (along with a full commissions and licensing Read more

Center City East

Love Note #88: Albert Lee, Mr. Philadelphia himself, continues to spread the love. Part 2 of 3 — Reading Terminal Market

Albert Lee (Part 2 of 3)
Favorite Spot: Reading Terminal Market 

Neighborhood: Chinatown
Address: 12th and Arch

I am: I’m what you call “Philly homegrown.” Born and raised in the 215, I spend my days entertaining tourists and locals at the official visitor center of Philadelphia.
Years in Philly: 32
Current home: Chinatown


My love note: 
Ah. The Reading Terminal Market. What hasn’t been said about this amazing space? That it’s on everyone’s must-see list? That you can eat through all of Philadelphia’s tasty traditions with one visit? Or that its storied history is shared amongst thousands of those who proudly call Philadelphia home.  A resounding yes to all that and more.

Located on the intersection of 12th & Arch, it’s impossible to miss. Once home of the Reading Railroad, yes Monopoly, it now stands as a farmer’s market. Quincy Market in Boston, eat your heart out!

Sure, I can rave about sinking my teeth into a roast pork and broccoli rabe sandwich from DicNics or take on the challenge of eating a slice of Pummel Cake from Flying Monkey Bakery (Google this if you don’t know what  I’m talking about), but it’s much deeper than that.

The reason why I declare my undying love to the Market can be summed up in chicken bones and blueberry bread.  Yes, chicken bones. No, not a cheesesteak or chocolate chip cookies, but the hollowed out bones of some fine poultry.  You could almost use the cliché of “Chicken soup for the soul.”

Growing up in a Chinese family in Chinatown, no food ever goes to waste. What is defined as the term “foodie” now would have certainly made our household legendary. “Hunger never saw bad bread” and neither did we. If you can cook it, you can eat it especially when it came to chicken. Feet, gizzards, heart. I’m amazed I didn’t have feathers growing out of me. What I did have was homemade chicken soup made lovingly by my late grandmother. Throughout my adolescence, my grandmother (a native of China) would go to the Reading Market to GodShall’s Poultry and ask for a bag of chicken bones. She couldn’t speak much English but she knew how to say phrases like “Bob Barker”, “Come on down” and of course, chicken bones. And make no mistake, just because she couldn’t speak English didn’t mean you could cheat her. If you were off by a single cent, she would call you out on it.
So she would make her travels to the Market to get her bones for her soup. Through mountains of snow or torrential downpours, I could always look forward to arriving home with a big bowl of love waiting for me.
And as far as the blueberry bread goes, let me take you back to the days of Nintendo, specifically the “Game Boy” because that’s what I carried with me when I wasn’t holding bags of groceries from the Market. My mother and I always made our visits on the latter part of Saturday afternoons. Why you ask? Well, at about 5 p.m. every Saturday (almost like clockwork) we would group together with a sea of ladies hovering over the baked goods aisle at the Amish stands at the market. There I was, all squished in wondering why no one was moving. My mother says to just wait. Minutes pass. My feet are achy and my battery in my Game Boy is dying. Finally, I hear the sound of an Amish merchant saying everything on this side of the counter is $1.00. Whoosh!!!! As I was almost bowled over by the “Running of the Bulls”, my mother grabs a loaf of blueberry bread that is amply priced at one dollar. “Enjoying that dollar blueberry bread, aren’t you son?” as I happily chew away at the plump blueberries with my GameBoy safely tucked away.
Although we no longer go wait in the aisles for bread or stop in for chicken bones, we do make our weekly visits and grab whatever we can to use for now or later. It touches my heart to see the ads that say generations have come to this market to shop, laugh and of course eat. It is where culture and commerce meet and nowhere else in the city have I seen tourists, locals, and conventioneers come together and leave with nothing but a smile and a full belly. May it never change….


(See Part 1 here)
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Love Note #87: Experience nacho nirvana at Jose Pistolas in Center City (Fidel Gastro)

Fidel Gastro
Favorite Spot: Jose Pistola’s
Neighborhood: Center City, east of Rittenhouse but west of Broad
Address: 263 S. 15th St. It’s next door to McGlinchey’s, another favorite of mine.

I am: One of the few non-Mormons who called Utah home until I turned 18. Somehow I managed to get into Penn (probably my triple minority status of being a poor Mexican from Utah), so I headed east for school and never really looked back. Right now I split my time between being a father, husband, writer, construction manager, and beef jerky proprietor (shameless plug: Side Project Jerky).

Years in Philly: 4 years for school then a brief stint in New York and now back for another 4.
Current Home: Chestnut Hill
My love note:
Dear Jose Pistola’s,

If nachos were an event in the Olympics, yours would win gold every four years. You are the Michael Phelps of making nachos, which is ironic because I am certain the pork that rests atop the amalgam of crunchy chips and melted cheese is cooked low and slow. And it’s not just the pork. Everything about your nachos is perfection. I dream about the pickled red onions and want to make them at home, but I’m lazy and scared that they would never be as good as yours. Where other nachos show up at the table looking haphazardly plated, each ingredient on your plate exists in perfect balance. I suppose this isn’t a love letter to you, but rather your nachos, although without you, I may never have experienced such nacho nirvana. Thank you for that.

Love,
Fidel Gastro

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Love Note #63: Nathan Winkler-Rhoades is enchanted by the small streets in Center City East

Nathan Winkler-Rhoades (ex-pat files)
Favorite Spot: Jessup, Irving and Quince Streets (off Locust and 11th)
Neighborhood: Center City east
Address: 222 Jessup St. and vicinity

I am: Pitruco Pizzaman, grad student
Years in Philly: 20 (plus 10 as an expat)
Current home: Umm… Cambridge. Massachusetts.
My love note: Finding yourself transported to another time and place is an enchantment like none other, particularly when you are lost in the middle of a bustling urban center. Center city offers many opportunities to be so transported, but the one I seek out most often is this little half-block of perfectly preserved 19th century streets and rowhomes tucked among an otherwise disheartening bunch of Jefferson University towers. For a few moments the rest of the city fades away and you are invited to contemplate life as it was lived a long ass time ago. The feeling is fleeting and you are soon returned to the bright lights and the noise, but solace can be taken just across the street at Garces Trading Co.’s tasting station of classy oils and vinegars. Bittersweet indeed.


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Love Note #6: Pickle Backs at Bar

Isabelle
Favorite Spot: Bar
Neighborhood: Market East, Ave. of Arts South
Address: 1309 Sansom St.

I am: an exhibition designer, a southerner, and a perfectionist 
Years in Philly: nearly two
Current home: South Philly


My love note: Pickles are delicious, Jameson is delicious, who would have ever thought to put the two together? I’m not sure if this drink is Philly-born, but it seems like it should be. My classmates and I first ordered this weirdly refreshing drink (at the bar named Bar) after asking the surely bartender what was in the unmarked clay jugs near the register (their pickle brine is made in-house). Over the last two years, my hectic school schedule has kept me from exploring a lot of Philadelphia, but not Center City’s drinking establishments. 


Having a pickle back at this dank dark bar, on a side street, in the middle of the city, just seems quintessentially Philly…



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