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School was out, and it was sort of a buzz outside the corner of Christian and 7th Street. The South Philly sun beat down on the crowd of people standing between me and the window at John's Water Ice, giving me plenty of time to rehearse. "Wooder ice," I whispered. "Wurterr." I was workshopping my best Tina Fey Delco accent. When in Rome, ya know? Lemon. Cherry. Pineapple. Chocolate. Unlike plenty of other stands serving Swedish Fish, banana split, and every flavor under the s

If the Schmitter was invented in any other city in the country, I'm convinced it would not only be the most famous sandwich in town, but it would be copied by every neighborhood deli, restaurant, and bar throughout the area. But it happened to be invented in Philadelphia. Trying to become Philly's favorite sandwich is like trying to become the star guitarist in a band that already has Hendrix, Clapton, and Eddie Van Halen. And yet, for more than sixty years, McNally's Tavern

House baked seeded roll A rush of air hit me in the face like an Adam West haymaker. POW. The rich aroma of ribeye and cooked onions snuck into my nostrils, triggering an immediate drool reflex. Despite being open for more than a decade, this was my first visit to this darling of the social media circuit. A gaggle of people hovered around the counter—Grubhub drivers, takeout, and a few of us waiting to eat in the small dining room—but somehow the line moved effortlessly. “Che

Oregon Steak's Classic Blue Table Some Foodigenous are the result of ingenuity — like somebody actually put thought into it. Take the chow mein sandwich. Only a food genius looks at a steaming pile of cabbage, carrots, and onions and thinks, yeah… let’s put that on a bun. Others are the result of pure happenstance. Right time, right place. Somebody bumps an elbow, oops — a ravioli falls into hot oil — and suddenly a region’s got a new appetizer on the menu. And then, every on

Peanut Chews are as lowkey Philly as snowballs whipping past Santa’s noggin or a pretzel rod stirring a cup of wooder ice. In other words—they’re known, just not ‘30-year-old boxer running up the Art Museum steps ’ known. But don’t get it twisted—Peanut Chews are quintessentially Philadelphia. Molasses-forward bites packed with roasted peanuts, dipped in a no-nonsense dark-chocolate coating that packs a Heavyweight punch. And they didn’t need a statue to make their point—just

You know that feeling you get, when a mysterious loner moves into town and suddenly one by one, people start dying. No one even fathoms...

There’s Italian and then there’s Italian American and where I’m from, sometimes the line is a bit of a blur. But I think everyone can...

Second isn’t all that bad. Being the second richest person in the world wouldn’t suck. And young Deniro playing the Don in Godfather 2 is...