If W.C. Fields was a food critic, the epitaph on his tombstone might read; "I'd rather be here than eating in Philadelphia." Unfortunately, except for a meal at the Striped Bass, the evidence of my three day trip to the city of brotherly love would have proven him right. And that even goes for the cheese steaks we ate for lunch on Friday at Dallesandro's, purportedly the city's best spot for this uniquely local specialty.
My journey began at Vetri on a Thursday evening. I know you're saying to yourself, he's going to eat Italian food? What is he out of his mind, he is going to hate it. But I had heard so many good things about the restaurant that I was determined to give it a try. But a handful of positive comments could not offset the lack of sophistication shown by the restaurant's kitchen where only one dish in an 8 course tasting menu rose to the level of truly delicious.