As my mother so “gently” reminded me, it had been almost four years since my last visit out east - yikes! Nobody fires a guilt bullet with better aim than a mother. I had sent a stash of Leopold’s Ice Cream from Savannah (shipping to Philly is much cheaper than to San Diego!) so that we could both enjoy the best ice cream in the country.
Upon my arrival at the Philadelphia Airport, I noticed a Rocky statue on display in the terminal.
It looked pretty much like the one parked outside the Philadelphia Museum of Art, where Sylvester Stallone made his famous climb of the steps back in 1976. Art patrons were not necessarily thrilled about the piece.
The airport also had a replica of the Liberty Bell that looked like it had been freshly minted from a basement 3D printer:
Waiting for my Lyft, I snapped this one:
In my family, food is always at the forefront of travel. Mom and I went to a local favorite, Nudy’s Cafe in Malvern:
Mom enjoyed her wrap:
Time for a selfie; if you don’t take one, it never happened. At least, that’s what I’ve read.
The "Best Ever" Carrot Cake French Toast was interesting, but I wouldn’t say it lived up to its name.
Interesting art on the walls:
What do you do after you fuel up? Friday Night Bingo! I didn’t win, but it’s always a hoot playing with the residents of mom’s retirement community. No, we didn’t play Jailhouse.
Rather than hit the Mother’s Day crowd, I took Mom out the night before. We went to the little town of Marshallton and had dinner at the Four Dogs Tavern, a historic building next door to the Marshalton Inn. For all you Karens out there, I didn’t make a typo; the name of the Inn is spelled with only one “l” due to a typographic error on a deed transfer and it has remained that way ever since.
This place “had” me at the name.
The interior was warm and well appointed:
Huh. “Interesting” is what I would call this piece.
The pear salad was DELICIOUS!!
As was the bolognese:
Mom enjoyed her meal as well:
The pineapple cake was a tasty way to end the meal (but you can rest assured that Leopold’s was consumed when we got home).
The Marshalton Inn:
This vintage 1930 Ford was parked out back:
More to come on my east coast travels!
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There's a certain wisdom to "Marshalton Inn". It should be the first hit for that name with one "l". That wooden interior looks immaculate. That's some twisted chimney. I've never seen anything like that. Pear salad sounds good. I'm glad you and your mom had a good time.
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