While in Philly, I had a huge assortment of food. I ate so much I wasn’t the sure the plane would be able to lift off with the added weight. It was good, though.
By the time we got to the hotel, I was hungry and we didn’t want to wait until Supper to eat since we hadn’t eaten since before 6 am that morning. I had Philly Cheesesteak.
That evening, we were served dinner during our tour of Cradles to Crayons. (Which I apparently didn’t take a picture of…odd)
When we got back to the hotel we indulged in a margarita and then I indulged even further in some ice cream.
Thursday morning we were expecting breakfast to be rolls and coffee. We were surprised to find out that there were eggs, sausage, bacon, bagels and several types of juices and coffee. That’s a breakfast.
Lunch was Philly cheesesteak. Yum.
Dinner was fabulous! Huggies put on a gala event at the Independence Visitor’s Center. There were tons of hor d’oeuvres and drinks. Then there was the food. There was salmon, steak, lasagna, beet salad, lettuce salad, squash soup, followed up with a variety of deserts. I was so full when I got finished.
Friday was the last day of the conference and just happened to be my birthday. Breakfast was the same as the day before. Lunch was Italian. There was pasta, Italian wedding soup, breadsticks, salad, veggies and to top it off there was cake. Cannoli cake. It was delicious. That night we ended up at Old City Pizza, which has pizza and italian food. I ordered the ravioli with sausage. Of course I mistook the garlic for Parmesan cheese and overloaded. It was still good.
On Saturday, our plan was to eat at Reading Terminal Market, but it was so packed that we couldn’t find a spot to sit. Instead we headed to Chinatown for some authentic Chinese. Most of the stuff on the menu made me long for American-Chinese which didn’t include fish heads or chicken feet. I ended up with fried pearl noodles with shrimp, pork and chicken (I think). I have never had pearl noodles before. They are odd looking. At first I wasn’t sure what they were and hoped to God they weren’t something really gross. By process of elimination I figured out they were the noodles. Then I Googled them to verify. Their common name is rat tails, which is descriptive. The food was good, but I think I’ll stick to food I recognize.
After that it was time to say goodbye to Dunkin Donuts, where I grabbed coffee a few times and a donut or two while out walking around. The one thing I will miss about Philadelphia is the food.