It’s Called Gravy

I lived in Philly for 6 years–four years in North Philly for college and 2 years in South Philly. South Philly is probably one of the only other places in the world I would leave Brooklyn for. The row houses are super cute and the value is unbelievable. The only downside really is there’s no transit (anywhere) as good as NY and I’d worry we’d need a car again. Living in South Philly, a block away from Pats and Genos (GENOS!) and a few blocks from the Italian Market, I learned a lot. I experienced my first Spice store and saw how much fresh ground spices made a difference, I ate fresh produce, waited for hours to get cheese at Claudios during the holidays, but most importantly learned how to eat pasta–with gravy.

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