A Taste of Italy in Philadelphia
Seafood/ H. Novak
Nestled in a residential part of 13th Street at the intersection with Pine sits a cozy Italian restaurant called Little Nonna’s. Good Italian food is not hard to find in Philadelphia, especially along Christian Street, south of Center City and around the Italian Market. However, if you’re going to a show, Little Nonna’s is ideal, as it is within walking distance of Broad Street. Little Nonna’s serves up some amazing Italian comfort food, providing both the flavors we’ve come to expect in Italian cooking (basil, rosemary, sage . . .), along with the warmth and aroma of an Italian kitchen.
Ting Wong/ H. Novak
If you stand beneath Chinatown’s main gate, Ting Wong’s bright red sign on the left side of the street is hard to miss. So are the roast ducks hanging in the window. One of the better-known establishments in Chinatown, Ting Wong is famous for its roasted meats at reasonable prices.
A Taste of Italy in Philadelphia
Rainbow of Gelato/ H. Novak
My parents took me to Rome for the spring break, where I indulged in far too much gelato. I can think of only three places to find gelato in Philadelphia—Capogiro, Gran Caffe L’Aquila, and Anthony’s Italian Coffee House. There are surely more, but Capogiro seems to be the top spot for gelato lovers, and for good reason. Their gelato is the best I have tasted outside of Italy . . . and even better than some of the Italian offerings.
Street View/ H. Novak
ShangHai 1 is a little restaurant on the right-hand side Chinatown’s main street, if you’re approaching from Jefferson Station. Look for the sign with an enthusiastic-looking steamed bun wearing a chef’s hat. The bun’s expression captures the vibe of the restaurant—delicious food and enthusiastic eaters.
The Annual Philadelphia Flower Show
Entrance/ A. Cheng
Bryn Mawr offers a wide variety of student activities. There is something for everyone, such as bus trips to the Philadelphia Orchestra, the KOP mall, Broadway shows, and last Saturday, the annual Philadelphia Flower Show.
Hell Week* at the Mawr
And Hell Week begins…/ H. Novak
Last week, Bryn Mawrtyrs celebrated the school’s (arguably) most precious tradition. That Tuesday, one of my friends from Swarthmore asked me what exactly was Hell Week. I’m not sure my answer was adequate, because explaining Hell Week is difficult. It is so many wonderful things all bundled together—laughing with friends, dancing in front of professors, running across campus late at night on scavenger hunts, waking up early for the duck pond run, listening to bedtime stories read by the seniors . . . and the list goes on.
Imagine the scent of freshly roasted espresso beans—earthy, rich, and overflowing from their stoneware crocks on the countertop. The aroma of Old City Coffee is the most wonderful experience to step into.
My friends and I are avid hot pot eaters, and our favorite place is a stylish restaurant deep in Chinatown called Nine Ting. Since my birthday was Wednesday, and Chinese New Year was Saturday, we went for hot pot to celebrate. (I credit my friend K. for introducing me to Nine Ting. K. has the ability to polish off an extraordinary amount of hot pot and is an all-around food enthusiast.) If you eat at Nine Ting on your birthday, your hot pot is free! They require proof of your birthday and a little post on Facebook. Otherwise it is about $22 a person.