Philly.

Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.

So it’s been almost two months. I had originally intended on covering each day of my Philly tour, but I know, at this point I won’t be able to give each day the glory it deserves so… instead I’ll just cram it all into one post for your viewing pleasure. Better late than never I always say. Especially when it comes to the food porn I could post.

On a side note… have you ever visited Food Gawker? Talk about food porn, I have could spend hours on there collecting recipes and salivating over things I never knew existed. But I digress, as usual…

After a wonderful and lengthy plane ride in which my butt fell asleep within the first 20 minutes and I was forced to spend the next several hours moving my legs to prevent blood clots and sudden death, I arrived in the city of brotherly love. Which, by the way, what the hell?

It was late. I looked like some version of a haggard and dying Medusa so we went to bed… to make sure we’d be aptly ready for the days of adventure to come

Before we start day number 1, you should meet Liz. This is Liz — with me. She happens to be one cool lady and the reason I make annual trips to Philly. I love her face.

Philly trip 2010

Day 1:

Breakfast at Sabrina’s, which is a BYOB. And was delicious to boot! Can I please just say that if Denver had BYOB’s I’d truly go broke. Delicious.

Breakfast at BYOB - Sabrinas

After breakfast we headed over to Eastern State Penitentiary. I have a thing for prisons and this was my second prison tour in 6 months. I have to say that Eastern State did not satisfy my morbid curiosity for prisons. I’m glad that there weren’t more human rights violations or cruelties recorded… but come on, it’s a freaking prison. We want horror stories not solitary confinement stories. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful and eery place located *right* in the middle of the city:

Double decker hallways at Eastern State

Corner wall of Eastern State

After a trip to the prison we hit up El Vez for some blood orange margaritas and guac before heading out with some amaza-town people for the night. I believe there was some sort of mixed drink concoction, gyros and some mini bottles of beer involved.

Yummy margarita

Day Two:

The heat — oh the heat. I left Denver in a blustering cold front only to arrive in Philly with 90 degree temperatures in the beginning of May. Holy hell the sweat and humidity. We had brunch at a place that will only be remembered for its lack of air conditioning. Then proceeded to shop around for things to add to our “random food + homemade bang bang shrimp + wine dinner”. And shop we did. Oh how I wish we had a Trader Joes and Italian neighborhoods here in CO. We also went to Tria for Sunday School (go, you won’t regret it) for some wine and cheese. And, a little more wine and cheese.

Tria for Sunday School.

Day Three:

OMG with the food. OMG. That’s all I can say. This day is forever burned into my memory as one of the best things that ever happened to my mouth. We started the day out at Reading Terminal Market with a Philly cheese steak and a reuben. The cheese steak looks disgusting, but I inhaled it’s melty goodness  and Liz inhaled the reuben. And now I’m hungry.

After a few hours of shopping and a much needed trip to H&M (another thing Denver is missing…) we headed to Tinto for their delicious Sangria. Another restaurant that will be burned into my memory as amazing!

Tinto's red sangria

Later that day we went to Mercato. I could write an entire post on this place. It’s amazing — both times I’ve been there I’ve been utterly floored by what I was presented. So, to replay the food sex I had that night, here we go:

We started with wine, that we brought. Of course. Then some grilled artichokes with a citrus aioli. Holy tender heaven.

The best artichockes. Yum!

I had the pasta with broccoli rabe, homemade meatballs and Italian sausage in a tomato gravy. Yum.

Homeade meatballs and tomato gravy.

Liz, the ordering genius, had the petite filet which came covered in truffle butter with asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes. If there was a second tier to heaven — this is what they serve. Honestly the best piece of meat, ever. And the truffle butter, if they’d given it to me I would have eaten the stick whole. Words can’t convey the amazingness of that meal.

We finished it off with some tiramisu and sorbet. They were alright — nothing in comparison to their predecessors.

Have to finish a Mercato dinner with dessert

We spent the rest of the night admiring Liz and Bailey’s mini-turtle and talking. My second trip to Philly was equally as great as the first and worth the little problem of buttoning my pants to get on the return flight. I can’t wait to go back — maybe for restaurant week? Hint, hint — nudge, nudge.

Published by Megan

I'm a marketer, cook, avid bug hater, cupcake lover, hiker, klutz, and married lady living in the great state of Colorado... My name is Megan Stecker and I'm a Colorado native. That's right, born and raised. I currently live in Denver and work in Marketing. I love what I do and watching it impact my client's business. I love to cook and bake. A good glass of wine can cure what's ailing you as long as you drink it in good company. I love the outdoors. Hiking, camping, exploring... I'm in. I have two dogs, Ollie and Duke, and I treat them like a children. My husband, friends and family mean everything to me. I also, inadvertently, find myself in the midst of disaster on a regular basis.

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