The French Quarter.
I have decided that there is more to life than food. I think it's time for some social commentary based on observations of things going on around me. The category for this post is "why" but it really should be WTF. Social commentary is not meant to piss anyone off, in fact I have no interest in making enemies, however there are some situations that need to be called out.
Case and point when I am in Philly, I stop by Dibruno bothers to visit my good friend Scott Case who may be the most enthusiastic person as regards sourcing specialty food products. Also stop by Sue's produce across the street to talk to John, I turned him on to Blue Moon acres in Bucks county and now he sells some of their micro greens. To those who don't know, blue moon is in Bucks County Pennsylvania and there is no better validation of what you grow than to be named on the menu of Per Se or the French Laundry specifically as "Blue Moon Acres Mezza arugula"
"Mezza" Arugula is a humorous clasification somewhere in between micro and fully grown arugula.
Certainly an interesting use of musical terminology. Would in not be weird for kathleen Battle or Kiri Te Kanawa to be ordering a Mezza arugula salad in a restaurant.
Anyway back to Philadelphia's "French Quarter...."
Why do we as a city need to pander to other cities by using their neighborhood names ?
The only thing remotely French about Philadelphia's "French Quarter" are the French fries at Macdonalds on 17th and Walnut.
So I walked around the hood to find anything French.
I found the Sofitel which is really a bunch of Canadians but I found something really disturbing.
Some genius decided to name an apartment building "The Crillon"
Outright comical.
The Crillon is one of the most opulent hotels in Paris...and makes the Four Seasons look like a halfway house.
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The Crillon
Anyway I shopped in Philadelphia's "French Quarter today.
Strangely no biegnets to be found.
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