The Inquirer’s Craig Laban gave two bells to Honey’s Sit ‘n Eat’s new location at 21st and South streets, praising it for its inventive takes on homey classics. But he managed to stick it to two South Philly diners in the meantime, lamenting the Broad Street Diner’s offerings, including the coffee, which “tastes like it was steeped through brown paper bags.”
This is no figment of an imaginary Diner Apocalypse. This was my lunch last week at the recently revived Broad Street Diner, the latest half-baked kick in the knees to Philly’s once-proud diner tradition. I didn’t expect much better from Michael Petrogiannis, the Michael’s Diner king who has snapped up our onetime down-home jewels – the Melrose, the Mayfair, and the Country Club – and presided over their dreary declines.
We don’t know if we would ever have thought of Honey’s as a diner, but hey, we’re not the critic.
Laban said he may not wait an hour for brunch on the weekend, but he certainly found enough to keep him coming back.
The specials board is where seasonal flavors are featured, and I had my best fiddlehead ferns of the spring here, sauteed with the salty sparkle of nutritional yeast. Ramps were reminiscent of Thomas’ Bar Ferdinand days, heat-charred and bundled around a mound of romesco sauce. Chilled pea gazpacho was vibrant with green spring sweetness and mint.
That doesn’t sound like any diner we’ve ever been to. But it sounds worth a trip. Check out the full review here.
And speaking of the Melrose or the Broad Street Diner, it has been a while since our last visit. Are they both really that terrible?