• After a dismal experience at still newish Serafina, that included such atrocities as a veal-chop Milanese “fried into a thin, dry board,” and gnocchi that was incapable of “delivering even a modicum of pleasure,” Brian Freedman concludes that “it’s tough to look sexy when you’re eating poorly and spending a fortune in the process.” [PW]
• Adam Erace writes that Llama Tooth “stands a chance of being more than just that restaurant with the silly name,” after relishing its “Gorgonzola-, Parmigiano- and Brie-enrobed” Bonsai Mac, and a “dense with vegetables and very moist” turkey meatloaf. [Citypaper]
• After noshing “Jewish soul food at its finest,” a classic everything bagel with cream cheese, smoked nova, plum tomatoes and Vidalia onions, Phyllis Stein-Novack suggests you “to run, not walk” to Spread Bagelry. [South Philly Review]
• Though the “frill level is real low” at the Italian Market’s George’s Sandwich Shop, the pork sandwich, which had “unpleasantly fatty” pork that was “a little bland,” had “the whole enormous thing going for it.” The “monster veal combo sandwich” was “better.” [Midtown Lunch]
