It’s been a long time coming, but I’ve finally updated the list of my favorite Philadelphia restaurants.
Since I’m bad at decisions and love alliteration, ten has become fifteen. And why “final?” Well, that’s another story entirely.
The short version is that I’ve moved out of Philadelphia. Maybe I’ll get to the long version eventually, but for now, I will be bringing you the latest food news, restaurant reviews and random opinions from beautiful northern New Jersey.
I still have a few more Philly stories to push out before I switch over completely. I hope you enjoy the new list and these last Philly posts as much as I loved living and eating in the City of Brotherly Love.
I was all ready to write this post a week ago, but then my wife graduated vet school, my computer went bust, and projects piled up at work. My sincerest apologies for the two week absence of your Man Eat Food fix.
Anyway, I have a huuuuuuuuuuge back list of stuff I need to get to, including a whopping FIVE restaurant reviews and assorted other goodies.
For now, I’m going to run down a few neat things from the Florida Keys. They are not all food related, but they’re fun. Or, they were fun to me when I was down there.
Bahia Honda Beach
The Keys are not known for their beaches, but this one, where I took a picture of the “broken” bridge, is known as one of the best. In fact, it was recognized as the “Best Beach in America” at some point in the 90s. The water was a steady 80 degrees and always that perfect aquamarine color.
Crane Point Museum and Nature Center
It was scorching when we walked around this nature preserve, which included a small museum and bird sanctuary. The hut at right was built by the land’s original occupant who used to collect natural sea sponges and sell them at the market in Key West. I’m not sure how he survived the summers without air conditioning.
Key West Butterfly & Nature Conservatory
Probably one of the coolest places we visited. It’s literally a butterfly “factory” housed in a small greenhouse. Thanks to the abundance of the colorful butterflies, birds, and fish, it feels like you’ve just entered Narnia, or some other enchanted land.
Hemingway House
Most people come here for the literary history, but we were all about the cats. An inbred deformity cause them have more toes than usual (as you can see by the slumbering cat at right). These “polydactyls” are quite funny looking, but completely harmless. There are dozens of them running free over the property and even a graveyard for former feline tenants.
Sunset Celebration
There are fire eaters, human statues, and all manner of other performers leading up to the spectacular sunset on Key West. This family of English contortionists were probably the most crowd pleasing of the acts.
And I’ll leave you with the most ridiculous sight from our vacation: overfed tarpon gathering at the docks like pigeons around stale bread.
That’s not true; it’s really just a pile of excuses.
But rather than bore you with those, check out some of the stuff I’ve been up to while not writing about food:
The New York Comic Con
Yes, I have been known to let my geek flag fly on occasion (or many occasions), but I’ve never done the whole costume thing like the above collection of Batman misfits. Ever notice that no matter how good the costumes are, there’s always something off? Mr. Freeze is fairly imaginative - hockey gear and all - but the Penguin (and I can’t believe I’m saying this about a convention attendee) is too tall and not nearly pudgy enough.
For the Least Believable Character/Body Type Combo award, it’s a tie between him and the 5′ 2″ skinny dude I saw slathered up in green body paint as the Incredible Hulk. How about tackling characters more your respective sizes, guys?
The Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus
I hadn’t been to the circus in a good twenty years, but we scored free tickets thanks to my wife’s chance encounter with a sick tiger at vet school. How’s that for a perk?
The big-top event was naturally geared toward kids, but there were a few huh?-inducing adult moments. First, for one routine, the house band did an instrumental version of “Smack My Bitch Up” by The Prodigy. Now, I’m sure the kids didn’t get the reference (and the title was never mentioned), but everyone in my generation looked at each other and cringed at the subtle inappropriateness of the song selection.
Even wackier were some of the costumes and moves perpetrated by the circus “dancers.” At one point, there were a dozen of these cheerleader-like ladies, clad in black leather, fishnet stockings, and handle bars jutting out from their hips (you read that right), gyrating to the music.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The kids may have been focused on the ringmaster/clown war in the middle of the arena, but the adults were treated to red-light-district-worthy strip show in the shadows. Kinda creepy.
The Future
One of life’s so-called transitional periods has heavily intruded on my blogging schedule recently and will keep posts at a minimum for the next month or so.
In the meantime, feel free to offer guesses on how I received this oh-so-painful blister on my finger.
A phenomenon known as Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD) is decimating the honey bee population, which we rely on for one-third of our food supply. This is a major problem.
I remember seeing something about it on 60 Minutes (or was it Sunday Morning?) but it didn’t really penetrate my thick skull. While researching an article on ice cream (yes, I actually do research), I came across Haagen Dazs’ new website dedicated to the crisis. And when the people who make ice cream recognize a problem, you know it’s bad.
I’m not usually one for advocacy, but I highly encourage everyone to read up on the subject here. This a very important issue for just about everyone who likes to eat.
Oh, and the bees… it’s probably pretty important to them too.
In case you haven’t noticed, Man Eat Food has joined the Foodie Blogroll. That little logo in the bottom portion of the sidebar will take you to the wizard behind the curtain - the Leftover Queen - where you can either join up or skip around some other foodlicious sites.
And while we’re at it, I wanted to bring your attention to two new ways to get your Man Eat Food fix. First, there’s the feed, which you will need a feed aggregator (or reader, like this one) to check out; and second, an email version provided by the fine folks at Feedburner.
So there you go - a few less excuses to keep up with the site!
Why? Because it’s easier to say, easier to spell and easier to explain to people (especially cavemen and non-native English speakers).
You can still use the old URL (www.foodood.wordpress.com), but I’d advise distributing the new one - www.maneatfood.com - to all of your family, friends and neighbors.
I’ve also changed the design of the site because, well… that’s how I roll.
So lately, I’ve been wrestling with the decision to rename this site.
You see, www.foodood.com is already taken by some foreign entity (I wonder what it translates as), forcing yours truly into a similar bind as our favorite math-test-skipping nerd, Bastian from The Neverending Story.
If you recall, to stop the Nothing, young Bastian had to give the princess a new name. He screamed out something at the climax of the movie, although you’d need a gazillion sound filters to try and figure it out. (Or just a quick visit to Wikipedia.)
Anyway, the purpose of this post is to warn you that Foodood (The Site) may change its moniker in the near future. I think I know what I’m going to call it, but if you have any good suggestions, I’m all ears.
And yes, I do realize that my dog looks like Falcor.
Holy crow! I didn’t know how many broken links I had up in this blog.
Well, I think I just took care of them all and everything should be right with the universe again. But please, if you find a link that doesn’t bring you where you think you should go, drop me a line.
Direct all complaints about broken links and misunderstood visual metaphors to foodood@gmail.com.