Philadelphia

This may be the easiest post of all time. Hmm...what did I love about our trip to Philly in honor of Spencer's Birthday?

Lunch at Davio's, a place that became special to us in Atlanta.

The food, the food, and the food.

Sure, we caught a 76ers game (the last of the NBA regular season, no stars played) the big museum (all of my favorites were hidden, to be revealed in a special exhibit the following week) and a Mozart concert (attended by me, Spencer, and busloads of retirees, my husband's doctor senses were on high alert).

We saw countless statues and historical sites, and made candles on a date night, but mostly those were just distractions from the glorious cuisine.

Addictive

Chickie's and Pete's have been serving up Crabfries for years. They are crinkle cut goodness, heavily spiced, and served with a side of white cheese sauce. I shall forever dream of these.

When in Rome

The locals told us to avoid Geno's and Pat's, dubbing them tourist traps. We ended up staying next to The Bourse Food Hall and seriously enjoyed a cheesesteak (Wiz Wit!) from Marino Brother's. I also tried Egyptian food for the first time, and am sadly not a fan.

I liked the tahini and rice, the chicken seemed way undercooked, which sort of ruined the whole thing for me.

Ballers

We eat out. A lot. Every once in a while, especially when in a big city, we like to don the fancy pants and eat at a posh restaurant. Bonus points for me if there is a snotty server, that just adds to the fun. Buddakan fit the bill perfectly.

The food was progressive, the drinks were interesting, and the dessert was lit (both literally and figuratively).

I will also add this night to the continuing Legend of the World's Best Husband. As you can see from the flat hair in the above picture, we got caught in a daytime rainstorm. Luckily, I had a scarf and I wrapped it around my head. Spencer said to me, "Oh my gosh, with your scarf and your sunglasses you look like a movie star." I was feeling pretty fantastic until I saw a selfie that he snapped later on that night.

Friends, I absolutely did not look like a celebrity; I looked like an old Eastern European woman waiting on a potato line. (And no, I will not post said photo.)

I wish the whole world, myself included, could see me through my husband's eyes.

To Market, To Market

My friend Jackie pointed us towards Reading Terminal Market. It was our first lunch in Philly, and it will always be a special memory.

From the website--->>>

"One of America’s largest and oldest public markets, housed since 1893 in a National Historic Landmark building, the Market offers an incredible selection of locally grown & exotic produce, locally sourced meats and poultry, plus the finest seafood, cheeses, baked goods, and confections."

It was a foodie's dream. We ate grilled cheese from a vendor that made their own cheese. We had Adam Richman's 'Best Sandwich in America'. We sampled fancy corndogs.