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So, it’s Brown Betty time. Finally! Hilary and I have tried, on several occasions, to go to Brown Betty to gobble down a fabulously yummy cupcake, but have failed every time. Either we forgot we were going to go, or it’s closed on the days we are able to visit. After traveling around Rittenhouse, I had a lightbulb moment and blurted out, “Brown Betty!” We were walking in the wrong direction, but our cupcake cravings had us quickly switching routes. Though we were hungry, tired and achey from walking miles in flip flops, we started our journey to this famed bakery.       

Guess what we found.       

       

       

So, you’re telling me that I got a parking ticket today AND Brown Betty’s is closed? Breathe, Natalie, breathe. Oh wait. There’s another location that’s not too far. I think we can drag our exhausted selves a few blocks if it means there will be a frosted piece of chocolatey goodness at the end of the hike. Off we go…       

Guess what we found.       

       

Now guess what the sign on the door said. “Sold Out.” Seriously, Natalie. Brreeatthheee. Literally, as we were walking up to the door, the bakery lights were turned off. I didn’t get a picture of the sign. I couldn’t drag myself the last few steps only to be smacked by the bold words killing my dream while simultaneously worsening my hunger. Oh well. I suppose I have an excuse to visit my sister in Philly again soon. Strictly a cupcake weekend that will be.       

On the way back to the apartment to rest and freshen up for dinner, we stopped by Grocery, a petite speciality food store, to take in the sights.       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

All together now… “Yummmm!”       

I grabbed one of these to go, to quiet my cupcake hunger:       

       

After Grocery, we headed back to the apartment, relaxed, drank a glass of wine and had a few snacks prior to heading out to dinner.       

We chose to dine at Twenty Manning Grill. Boy, were we were thrilled w/ our decision.       

       

       

While waiting for our table, we posed for a few pics…       

Scotty Ce (Hil's BF), Hil & Missy

 

The Sisters

 

Soon after our photo shoot, we were seated. We loved the atmosphere.       

       

And loved our food selections even more.       

       

       

       

Cheers!

 

I chose the Farmers Market Beets as my entree and the Crispy Brussel Sprouts as a side to split with Missy. The waiter brought over four baby baguettes w/ rosemary butter, sea salt &  fresh cucumbers from the chef’s garden as our amuse bouche (that one’s for you, Mom).       

       

       

My company’s eats:       

Scott's scallops - please forgive his dorkiness

 

Hilary's pan roasted chicken w/ mashed potatoes & peas

 

I won’t bore you with another picture of the beets, which is what Missy also ordered. Missy was sure to point out Hilary making love to her peas as she shoveled them down.       

We finished off with an underbaked (which is actually how it’s described on the menu) chocolate chip cookie w/ vanilla ice cream.       

       

Scott loves salt…       

       

…so does Miguel.       

       

Didn’t anyone give them the memo regarding refined salt?       

Sea salt, boys, sea salt!       

        

Forgive my tangent. Leftovers were taken…       

       

and pajamas were donned.       

       

Another fabulous restaurant and farmers’ market on the agenda for tomorrow, you say? I’m not arguing with that. Sweet dreams!

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It’s a French Kind of Day


10:30am and the Philly adventures continue! We slept in. Don’t judge us – we were on vacation 🙂

      

On a leisurely walk with Riley and Hilary to my car with the intent to move it to avoid a ticket, we, ironically enough, found a ticket placed lovingly on my windshield by the local traffic cop. Happy Saturday from the Philadelphia Parking Authority! Good thing we didn’t let it ruin our day. What’s $36 anyway? Yeah, we’re cool like that.      

Off to the creperie! A good crepe and a yummy latte will band-aid anything in my book. And if they won’t, please don’t let me encounter that wound.     

Why hello, Beau Monde. So happy to meet you.      

      

What a delicious way to start off the day.    

Smoked salmon crepe w/ leeks and creme fraiche.      

      

Enjoying time spent with my best friends and my best beverage…      

      

      

Then our lovely waitress, my new favorite person, delivered the requested goods.      

 

Hilary's banana and berry sauce crepe

 

Missy's mushroom, egg and goat cheese crepe

 

My smoked salmon, leek and creme fraiche crepe

 

 Hello heaven. Goodbye heaven. It’s been real.     

     

Off to do some really important things. You know. Change the word type things. Like shopping at Anthro and visiting a farmers’ market and patisserie. My life is hard. Well, it will be next week when I continue graduate school and two jobs, among other daily life responsibilities. I’m not complaining!     

Since I’m watching every penny due to my return to school, I just took in the sights at Anthro, as well as the other two stops.     

Anthro’s decor never ceases to amaze me…     

Can I please live here?     

     

     

     

I’m feeing inspired. How about you?
Next stop: Rittenhouse Farmers’ Market.

Ry and I waited for mommy and Aunt Missy prior to heading to the market

 

The flowers were breathtaking. Please enjoy.     

     

     

     

     

     

     

Local & fresh produce, baked goods and meats:    

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

My boyfriend’s obsessed w/ meat. Seriously – he eats a pound of steak every. single. night. He’s made attempts to eat grass fed & organic. That’s why we’re dating. Ehhhh – I suppose he has a few other good traits. Sorry that my cheap self didn’t purchase the meat, Migs.    

I hope you enjoyed the picture slide show of the farmers’ market. On to Miel Patisserie, where we quenched our thirst w/ a jasmine, green tea, peach nectar iced tea.    

     

    

     

My sister Missy’s real name is Melissa. Miel means honey in French. Melissa means honey bee. One year my mother was so obsessed w/ Missy’s name that every gift Missy received had a honey bee on it. Missy didn’t care for honey bees all that much. It was funny. I suppose you had to be there.    

    

     

    

     

    

     

   

    

We chatted some more. I think this serious conversation entailed contemplation regarding Sammie Sweetheart and Ronnie’s ultra-healthy relationship on the Jersey Shore. “She didn’t look dumb… she didn’t know he was making out w/ a new girl every night after he called her the b-word and went out clubbing.” I don’t know what’s more pathetic. Young women’s lack of respect for themselves (and having it splashed all over the media), or our lack of respect for our own intellect ;).  [Speaking of women’s lack of self respect & esteem… please visit two blogs that have certainly earned my support: www.operationbeautiful.com & http://facesofbeauty.org]   

     

    

     

Poor Riley Rooter was exhausted (as were we), so we walked to Hilary’s boyfriend’s apartment to drop him off to play with his brother, Toby, who you may have met here.    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

    

     

Tober Lobes is a cutie pie. He requested that I show you all his happy self and his new haircut. You like?    

After we put Riley to rest, we went on our way to FINALLY find Brown Betty, a popular cupcakery in Philadelphia.    

Part deux coming soon. Au revoir mes amis!    

Clean kisses – xoxo – Natalie    

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