In the late 1970s, Phyllis Richman, then-restaurant critic for The Washington Post, wrote “there are four great cuisines in the world: French, Italian, Chinese and Philadelphia.”
I clearly recall the lone time I tasted moonshine. Chef Jack McDavid, a good old Southern boy to the core, had just opened Jack’s Firehouse. He lovingly brought out his homemade hooch from his still after pouring it into a large jug.
On a cold winter’s day about a year ago, I began to do some research on the number of Vietnamese restaurants in Philadelphia.