Local Wine Nerds Rejoice: Barrels On The Brandywine

Local Wine Nerds Rejoice: Barrels On The Brandywine

My latest Foobooz.com post: Say what you will about the quality of PA wine (we certainly do), but you can’t argue that the Brandywine Valley Wine Trail doesn’t know how to throw a good party for those of an oenophilic bent. Especially those of you hardcore grape geeks who thrill to things like cellar tours and tasting new local wines.

Every weekend in March, the seven wineries of the trail open their cellars (and tasting rooms) for the public to sip the latest vintage straight from the barrels, buckets and bottles. $30 buys you a passport to visit (and drink at) each of the wineries once between March 3 and April 1.

A few wineries do something a little special. Twin Brook Winery, for example, is serving its famous gumbo. And Paradocx is pouring wine from cans–because that’s just classy.

Reading Terminal Gala Chef Challenge Judging — Preview and Pics

Judging the chef cookoff was a blast Saturday. The mystery ingredients were Reese’s peanut butter cups, Mexican squash, fortune cookies and chicken. All four teams put together either outstanding looking or tasting dishes in just 20 minutes. Here’s my Foobooz preview from the other day and check out the pictures. Winners were Peter McAndrews of Modo Mio and Monsu and his sous chef Lori Wilson from NBC 10. Thanks to my trusty photography assistant, Gary, for the great food photos.

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Reserve Review with a Few Reservations

Reserve steakhouse in Old City was gorgeous. The Cashman grand opening party was divine. Here’s my Foobooz review. Lighting sucked for pics though. Here they are, regardless.

I Know Beer and Cheese are Supposed to be Aged but this is Ridiculous



The people at the Swarthmore co-op (third oldest in the country) invited me to this beer and cheese paring thing tonight and I’m really bummed I can’t go. So I wrote about it for Foobooz instead. 

Sometimes you just need a little Aunt Orphia in your life.

I wrote about this homey little “God Bless You, Honey” kind of place that sells homemade pound cakes in Germantown and someone wrote a comment a few hours later telling me she’d already gone to buy a cake. God bless you, honey.