Secondly I just wanted to apologize for the huge alternating sections of text and photos. As usual blogger is being a complete piece of shit and if I don't add every photo I upload then they disappear, and I'm just not in the mood to upload them all individually. Blogger you suck! Now that we have that cleared up, on to the show...
Our little family day-trip to Philly started off great. Some retard thought it would be a good idea to schedule roadwork on 95 North on a Saturday morning causing a 4 mile back up while our bus driver couldn’t decide if he wanted to roast our asses to a crisp by blasting the heat or give us all hypothermia by cranking the A/C. We arrived at 30th Street Station an hour and a half later than we’d planned, soaked in our own sweat and numb from the waist down. Let the eating begin.
My brother and I both co-planned this visit, so our first stop was another trip to Reading Terminal Market so we could all eat whatever the hell we wanted to start our day. On our way there we stopped by the Comcast building to marvel at their huge HD wall. Read more about it here.
|The tallest building in Philly owned by the Devil, erm I mean Comcast|
|Look at them people up there|
|Why do I feel the sudden need for a Corona?|
The Mrs. expressed interest in wanting to try a genuine hand-sliced pastrami sandwich, so luckily in that same thread I saw much praise for the pastrami at Hershel’s. So while I was fighting for a table, she was ordering a pastrami sandwich with a side of house-made pickles. When they asked her how she wanted it, she just told them however people order it, that’s my wife for ya, so I’m assuming we got it fatty with spicy mustard and provolone. I have no idea who orders their pastrami with provolone, but apparently whoever was serving my wife felt the need to throw it on there. After putting an elderly woman in a sleeper and throat-punching her husband of 50+ years I managed to procure seating, so we plopped down and dug in.
|Where NOT to go to order a sandwich...|
|Golly this shot sure is cheesy|
|E. V. Ohh, OOHHH|
|This is where you wanna be to get a sandwich|
|Well it sure LOOKS like it would churn out some fine meats...|
|Proof that even though it looks awesome it might still taste like it was fished out of a dumpster|
|Read above, above|
|Maybe they trim off all the seasoned bits?|
|The Beer Garden and the backs of my family's heads|
|A nice cold beer and a surly bartender, the perfect recipe for a one night stand|
Our second non-food stop of the day was Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens the mosaic murals and street art brainchild of Isaiah Zagar. It was quite interesting and for the meager entrance fee of $5 I felt it was very well worth it. Both my brother and I were very camera happy here, but with such interesting and bizarre décor, how could we not be?
|The front gate into the realm of pure insanity|
|A prime example of the nacho|
|Man, this guy is more obsessed with C&B than I am...|
|Hallway of interesting stuff and things|
|Outside wall with complimentary father head|
|A fitting family portrait|
|So. Many. BEERS.|
|Beef jerky in a bottle|
|Small plates, bites, nibbles, tastes, or whatever other annoying name for overpriced below normal-sized portions|
|This beer wants to be on you|
|He's feeling it!|
We meandered over to Chinatown and it was still a tad early for our dinner reservations so we wandered around looking for a souvenir for my niece. We went into one store called “Happy Gift Shop” or something along those lines and marveled at all of the interesting and unique J-Pop toys. A startling number of the figures were posed sitting on the toilet, not really sure what that fad is all about. After making a few purchases we headed over to Rangoon for our first taste of authentic Burmese (Myanmaran?) cuisine.
|Yes, that's my older brother. Surprised? Looks like he's prepping for a Cleveland Steamer|
|1000 layers of roti canai|
|Firecrotch Lentil Fritters. Wait, that's not right|
The bread was pretty much exactly like roti canai, albeit a bit greasier. The accompanying dip was addicting and even after all the sauce had been sopped up I grabbed a fork and skewered the chunks of potato nestled in the bottom of the cup. Tender and delicious. The fritters were one of the star dishes of the meal. They were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside visibly loaded with fresh green chiles. I don’t quite recall what the sauce tasted like exactly, after that many drinks my memory was a tad fuzzy, but I do recall that after my brother dumped the remaining sauce on the last fritter and gobbled it up that he said the tip of his tongue was numb. Me thinks it was spicy.
For entrees we had the Asian Tea Leaf Salad (me), two orders of Jungle Tofu (the ladies), the Chili Shrimp (my bro), and the Northern Burma Fried Noodle (Gap Daddy).
|Asian Tea Leaf Salad|
|Jungle Tofu, the best plate on the table|
A common theme to the rest of the dishes at the table was that they were too salty, the harshest of which was the chili shrimp. It basically tasted like an extremely salty version of General Tsao’s shrimp.
My Asian Tea Leaf salad was also a tad too salty, but I did enjoy it overall. The frizzled onions were slightly overpowered, throwing off a potentially wonderful balance of unique flavors. The flavors that did manage to shine through were peanut and sesame. The dish had a fantastic earthy backbone from the tea leaves that I felt was quite pleasant.
I took one bite of my dad’s fried noodles and tasted nothing that intrigued me enough to return for a second sample. Just your run of the mill fried noodle dish, nothing new or inventive.
Unfortunately, the table consensus was that we were too full for dessert, disappointing since they offer so many intriguing options. Not to mention that we still had half a bottle of wine to polish off. Damn women.
After doing what damage we could to the wine and settling up the check we once again stumbled out into the streets. I just pretended I was full, but in reality I was hoping we could make a slight detour on our way back to 30th Street Station to try Capogiro Gelato. And, since I was running the food portion of this show, that’s exactly what we did. Dad/bro/sis marveled at the Micro family stomach capacity, but I was just barely pleasantly full, which left more than enough room to be filled with semi-frozen delicious dairy items.
|The fog may look cool, but it smelled of hot rancid sewage. Mmmmmm, who wants gelato?!|
|The best cup of anything I've had in a while|
After spending a bit too much time marveling at our frozen treats we had to hail a cab to make it back to catch the bus on time and as soon as it started rolling I passed out. Bonus: that night the Phillies got eliminated from the play-offs by the San Francisco Giants, and since the Giants were my favorite team growing up (my favorite baseball player was a giant, Will Clark) that was just icing on the cake.
Fin. My post for day 6 of our road-trip is almost done, I swear. Honest... Maybe.