Bill and I have had such a wonderful summer that I've seriously slacked off on posting to our blog. In hopes that I can sneak in moments here and there to catch up on the backlog, I've installed a Blogger app to my smart phone. Here's hoping I can sort through the photos and details. I know the photos will help jog our memories about the delicious meals we've enjoyed since last I posted. Here are a few "teaser" shots.
A blog chronicling the quirky food adventures of two lovebirds fond of and eager for choice foods. Laura is currently a resident of The Bronx, New York City splitting her time there and South Philly. Bill is a life-long resident of South Philly who splits his time there and The Bronx. In between, Laura and Bill eat and enjoy where life takes them.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Franklin Fountain - Ben would approve!
Ben Franklin is everywhere in Philadelphia. Perhaps it's most famous son, there's no wonder his name has been adopted and adapted by many businesses. Since meeting her dear William, Laura has been promised a phosphate at Franklin Fountain. On Palm Sunday the lovebirds finally made it to Franklin Fountain but it was the architecture and an enticing peek in the window that lured them there.
With a parking space around the corner at Christ Church, William and Laura set out for a quick stop at the Book Trader. On a whim, William led Laura by the hand across Market Street toward Franklin Fountain. The charming yellow-ocher vintage building with an old-fashioned glass storefront, tells you you're headed for a treat even before you've stepped through the door. We ooh'd and ahh'd over the sparkling clear-sugar Easter candies and lime and lemon jellies in the window and tested the antique water-fountain to see if it did indeed work. Assuming that the shop was closed, Laura pressed her nose to the glass while William assured her he would bring her back when they were open. Just as this promise escaped his lips, the soda jerk approached the door and flipped the closed sign over to OPEN!
Should we, could we, was it too early in the day for ice cream? Even if we didn't partake in ice cream, Laura felt obligated to at least step inside for a fact-finding mission. Once inside it was impossible to not have a small dish of ice cream So we ordered up and started our post-Church Sunday brunch backwards with dessert first.
William chose honeycomb and Laura chocolate peanut butter. It was delicious, rich creamy, not cloyingly sweet with none of the annoying ice crystals one often finds in poorly handled ice cream. A very satisfactory dish of ice cream indeed and one that definitely make a return trip to Franklin Fountain on a hot Summer's evening a must. Of course we won't have the place to ourselves but that will be part of the fun. Philly, as with most cities, is a great place for people watching.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Chicken Soup for Two - Famous Fourth Street Deli
This winter, most of the United States and all of the East Coast north of the Delmarva Peninsula are being pounded by repeated snow, sleet, ice and rain storms. Just when we seem to get cleared out from one, another hits. Cold, flu, and virus germs are rampant and it seems everyone has the sniffles. Bill and Laura are no exception.
The soup was quintessential Jewish Penicillin - golden chicken broth filled with sweet carrot chunks, onion, and all the promised goodies; one massive matzo ball, kreplach, noodles, rice and Laura's favorite kasha. Wielding the huge ladle Bill served up the first round of soup and we tucked in. As the connoisseur of matzo ball soup, Bill proclaimed it delicious and marveled, as did Laura, at how light and fluffy the ginormous matzo ball was. After slurping down down soup to their fill, Bill flagged down the waitress and asked her to pack the rest to go. Usually at Famous, you pack your own extras but the soup was much too unwieldy for d.i.y. We shouldn't forget the latkes for they were delicious bite-sized beauties served up with sour cream and house made apple sauce.
So, what to do? Find some chicken soup and not just ANY chicken soup. One Sunday after the 9:00 a.m. service at Christ Church, we decided to head to the Famous Fourth Street Delicatessen on 19th between Market and Chestnut. Laura was incredulous when Bill, a self-proclaimed matzo ball soup maven, confessed he had never had it at Famous. As a New Yorker, she couldn't believe that someone who had been to Famous as often as Bill has over the years, had never had their chicken soup. There was no other choice that Sunday than to see if it held up to the standard of Famous' other offerings. I should admit that we were not the least bit worried that the soup wouldn't live up to the famous Famous standard.
We were greeted by our waitress bearing coffee and a pair of mini danish as is Famous' custom. We didn't need much time to peruse the menu as our eyes were immediately drawn to the Famous Chicken Soup. Advertised on the menu to serve 2 - 3, it promised a matzo ball, kreplach, noodles, rice and kasha. We hedged our bets with a side order of latkes and sat back to enjoy the coffee and danish. It wasn't long before the waitress returned with the accouterments needed to serve our soup. A Paul Bunyan-esque ladle and a stack of napkins were laid on the table. Bill and Laura chuckled over the size of the ladle and realized that the latkes were probably superfluous. Moments later, the waitress arrived at the table laden down with a vat of glorious Famous Chicken Soup not for 2 - 3 but more realistically for 5 -6, typical of Famous' generous portions.

The soup was quintessential Jewish Penicillin - golden chicken broth filled with sweet carrot chunks, onion, and all the promised goodies; one massive matzo ball, kreplach, noodles, rice and Laura's favorite kasha. Wielding the huge ladle Bill served up the first round of soup and we tucked in. As the connoisseur of matzo ball soup, Bill proclaimed it delicious and marveled, as did Laura, at how light and fluffy the ginormous matzo ball was. After slurping down down soup to their fill, Bill flagged down the waitress and asked her to pack the rest to go. Usually at Famous, you pack your own extras but the soup was much too unwieldy for d.i.y. We shouldn't forget the latkes for they were delicious bite-sized beauties served up with sour cream and house made apple sauce.
Our waitress returned to the table with our extra soup, the check and another of Famous' famous touches - a pair of heavenly warm chocolate chip cookies already packed for travel in an old-fashioned waxed paper bag. Laura always wonders how many of these final offerings are eaten in the dining room at Famous and how many are eaten on the way home. We've added a photo of two of the scrumptious looking cakes at Famous for extra torture. Some day, can't say next time, but some day we'll share a slice. Knowing famous one will be more than enough for two to share.
Having lived in New York for 24 years, Laura has seen her share of delicatessens. From the famous Ben's Kosher (where she naively ordered a "kosher" hotdog) to Kaplans formerly on 59th and Park just around the corner from Christie's Auction House, and Liebman's Kosher in Riverdale, she can honestly say that none compare to Famous 4th Street Delicatessen in Philly. And yes, a shiksa can make that claim!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Brauhaus Schmitz Philly
Christmas Eve the Lovebirds wanted to spend some time outdoors so headed to Center City for a stroll through the Christmas Village in the shadow of Philadelphia's incredibly majestic City Hall.
Most of the market stalls were still open for last minute shoppers but with their shopping finished, their attention turned to finding a snack. Laura's first choice of food vendors was sold out of all but sweet offerings. Because she craved something savory, Bill and Laura continued through the market and eventually found their way to Brauhaus Schmitz's stand. They were doing a brisk business and there was a wait for some of their sausages so Laura chose the weiswurst which was available immediately. Garnished with sauerkraut and grainy mustard and balanced precariously on a chewy roll, the sausage was, dare she wax poetic, sublime. Plump juicy and perfectly spiced, it was exactly what Laura was craving. Although he initially didn't want a snack, Bill ended up choosing a pair of cured Landjaeger (Country Hunter) sausages to chomp on while Laura enjoyed her weiswurst. Fortified for the rest of their adventure, Bill and Laura finished up at the Christmas Village and took a different route back to where they had parked the car. Along the way they passed by the Oyster House on Sanson Street and picked up a quirky pop art portrait of Elmo dressed as Santa Claus complete with aviator sunglasses and sparkly gingerbread man. Along the way it was also decided that they would definitely add Brauhaus Schmitz to the growing list of must-try restaurants in Philly. The Oyster House had previously made the list but was bumped up in rank after the Lovebirds peered in the window on their way by.
Fast forward two weeks or so to a brisk post-holiday early Sunday afternoon. Bill and Laura were quite hungry and feeling the need for something filling and soul satisfying. They pounced on the idea of Brauhaus Schmitz and left home hopeful that a parking spot along South Street would be theirs. Luck was with them in the form of a parking spot less than a block away from Brauhaus Schmitz's front door. From the minute they walked in, Bill and Laura loved the ambiance of the place. It is an airy space with wood tables and chairs, and an old-fashioned tall bar decorated with contemporary touches such as wheat stalks lining the crown molding and a collection of vintage German travel posters. Because the restaurant was not busy, the Lovebirds were instructed to sit wherever they pleased by a friendly waitress. She hustled over right away and took drink orders while Bill and Laura consulted the menu. It was already quite familiar as they had all but memorized the paper copy they brought home from the Christmas Village.
The Lovebirds each got started with a glass of Lindemans Framboise Lambic which is served on tap at Brauhaus Schmitz. Bill ordered the Jaegerschnitzel, a pork cutlet with hunter sauce of mushrooms, bacon, onions and red wine. Laura, remembering how delicious the weiswurst was, ordered it again along with a baurenwurst, spaetzle and a side of gravy. As Bill tucked into the schnitzel he proclaimed it to be delicious. The Jaeger sauce was rich and flavorful and the cutlet was breaded and fried to perfection. Laura's weiswurst was as juicy and tender as she remembered but while the baurenwurst was perfectly fine the smoky beefy flavor was overpowering up against the delicate veal and pork weiswurst. Of the spaetzle, Laura had only one criticism - that there be more on the plate. The hand-formed egg noodles were the perfect foil for the gravy which turned out to be the same Jaeger sauce Bill was enjoying on his schnitzel. In fact, the side of gravy was more than enough for the spaetzle and the schnitzel.
Throughout the meal, Bill and Laura were impressed with the service. It was attentive but not suffocating. Because they had chosen a booth near the bar, the bar tender was quick to notice that Bill had finished off the Framboise and offered up a sample of a porter that piqued his curiosity. The Left Hand Fade to Black porter was full bodied and complex and complimented Bill's entree quite nicely. Although she kept to the framboise, Laura did try the porter and would definitely order one next time if it's still on the menu.
Bill and Laura will definitely return to Brauhaus Schmitz. It is the perfect place to toss back a few back with a group of friends. The menu is divided into lunch/late night snack offerings, dinner and specials. The late night snack offerings include Kleine Teller or little plates such as Laugenbretzel (house baked pretzels), pickled red beet eggs, and Landjaeger sausages.
While they passed on desserts, the Lovebirds left Brauhaus Schmitz satiated and ready for a round about stroll back to the car along South Street.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Welcome
Lickerish
\ LIK-er-ish \ , adjective;1.
Fond of and eager for choice food.
2.
Greedy; longing.
3.
Lustful; lecherous.
fond of and eager for choice food. We're Laura and Bill, two lovebirds who are often greedy,
definitely longing for each other's company, and occasionally lustful. Our blog will chronicle
our quirky food adventures wherever they may take us. No guarantees that you'll like what
you read, but if you do, please let us know. The only guarantee is that the blog probably
won't ever contain a post from Bill about licorice unless it's to express his dislike for one of
Laura's favorite flavors. Otherwise we hope you'll become lickerish followers of our adventures.
Cheers and enjoy the ride.
Laura & Bill
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