Tomorrow is our trip with the grandlads (and their parents) to Philadelphia. Wednesday, we made our test-run up to the City of Brotherly Love, and made sure we knew exactly where the Arden Theater is located (along with parking nearby). Then we went over to the Reading Terminal Market, one of my favorite places in the world. We definately want to make a stop there on Saturday, if just to see William's reaction to all the different kinds of food on sale there. Alex, who "only likes" certain things, will doubtless be saying "yuck" to almost everthing.
We had originally thought of taking the family to the City Tavern, a reconstruction of the city's oldest restaurant, but I found a comment on-line about how the service is slow, and therefor not quite family friendly. Heck, the place dates back to Franklin's day, when children understood about being seen and not heard. We later had dinner at the joint: the food was excellent, but not what we'd serve to the grandlads, or even their Daddy, too fancy.
While at the Market, der B checked out his second choice: the
Down Home Diner, Jack McDavid's salute to good food for everyone. But in reviewing the menu, der B wasn't too sure that the Diner was a good choice, either. Sure, they make a soup and grilled cheese sandwich combo, with the soup being a tomato soup, but the soup also has basil, which would no doubt cause Alex to go into a screaming fit. Yes, he's that spoiled.
I led der B down a block to the next alternative, the Hard Rock Cafe. Yep, they're everywhere. But they do have a child's menu, which has a variety of foods that Alex might at least try. The big thing will be to keep him from ordering the macaroni and cheese, as he "only likes" the stuff made by Kraft, and will spit out any other version he's offered. Yes, he's that spoiled.
All and all, a successful day in the city.