Another morning in Philly, another brunch down the hatch. Alex and I went to The Pink Rose per his friend's suggestion, where I planned on getting some sort of pastry to pad my stomach before getting a burger from Good Dog later in the afternoon. But the bakery's toasty interior and cheap breakfast menu lured us into their seats.
Alex went with a plate of scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, and a biscuit accompanied by raspberry jam. Not a bad start to the day for only $4. We didn't think the biscuit look liked much at first, but man, we were wroooong.
The biscuit was fucking delicious in a way completely unlike the biscuit from Morning Glory. The biscuit from the Pink Rose was this light, fluffy thing, not flaky, not cakey, just...some kind of magical bread. It was like biting into the pillowy, boneless head of an cherub. Which doesn't make any sense, but I really wanted to make a simile having to do with biting into something's head, and cherubs seemed safe since they're probably not real, meaning that you can't retort, "Uh uh, I've eaten a cherub's head and that biscuit tastes nothing like it."
I got a plate of pancakes. I almost never get pancakes. But something (my stomach) told me, "Get the pancakes." I think they were $4.50 or some other cheap price unseen in Manhattan. They, too, were fucking delicious. Watch the carnage:
OH YES I KILLED IT. WITH MY GIANT MOUTH of doom.
The pancakes had a slightly crispy crust on the outside. And that made all the difference. Fluffy innards, crispy outtards. A dusting of powdered sugar, smidgens of butter, and a pool of maple syrup completed the pancake bliss.
We walked along South 9th Street to take a lookie at the Italian markets and whatnot. But I only took photos of these places:
Unfortunately, we were too full to get anything from Golden Donuts
Definitely too full to get an oven roasted boneless pig from Cannuli's Meats.
I kind of want that pig sign. So I can hang it in my window.
South 9th Street is definitely worth a closer look. We just roamed since we didn't have any specific destination in mind. If you have a suggestion—even better, one that involves pork—please let me know!
For no reason, here's a cute building. Many buildings in Philly were quite nice—with uniform heights, flower boxes, pretty shutters—unlike some of the buildings in my neighborhood that look post-apocalyptic. This one looked particularly old, but in a charming way.
Another thing I love about Philly is the murals. Cool ones, like this semi-pixelated tree thing.
Besides being nice to look at, murals also make aesthetically pleasing backdrops for jumping photos. Observe:
The SUV was just asking for us. (Full disclosure: I drive an SUV in New Jersey. It's useful in the snow. So the snow doesn't kill me.)
Alex floats quite well.
And that's me, doing something. My jumping poses are not nearly as creative as Alex's.
...But he loves beer even more. Good Dog seems to have a good beer selection.
They also have napkins, so if you have a pen you can doodle to your heart's content. This is when Alex introduced me to the wonderous word that is "puond." My mind, oh, how it was blown. You can probably figure out why it's a cool word without me having to explain. It's also fun to say.
My Roquefort-stuffed, caramelized onion-topped burger was a beauty, but didn't taste as good as I was hoping for. Not that it tasted bad; hell, meat stuffed with molten cheese can't taste bad. I just felt like the cheese would've been better on top of the meat than inside, and even though it looks pink, the patty tasted a bit overdone to me. (Admittedly, it probably would've tasted better if I hadn't cut it in half first, releasing all the gooey cheese and meat juices in the process.) I wasn't sure what to expect, it being my first cheese-stuffed burger experience and all. Some more words at A Hamburger Today.
I liked that the burger came with a mix of sweet potato and regular potato fries. Too much of one would get tiring; put both together and you can eat it ALLLL.
Alex seemed satisfied enough with his melted brie and sun dried tomato pesto sandwich. And by that, I mean he ate most of it.
Philadelphia gets a gazillion points in my book for being a good fooding city. I'll be back. And when I do, a cheesesteak will probably be involved.
The Pink Rose
630 S 4th St
Philadelphia, PA 19147