So, I just got back from a nice dinner with a friend at a south Philly restaurant, Cucina Forte. I am fighting a massive cold, and have been all week, but I really wanted to see my friend from out of town, so I jacked myself up on strong coffee and made the trip. Boy, was I glad I did. It was great to be with him, and the food at Cucina Forte was out of this world. If you live in or around Philly, get off your butt and go! And please, have the gnocchi. If putti were eight inches tall, these gnocchi are what they would rest their little angelic heads on at night as they slept in Paradise. Craig LaBan, the restaurant critic of the Philadelphia Inquirer said of them: “Those diamond-shaped ricotta pillows are among the weightless wonders of the dumpling world, so airy that they require the richness of Gorgonzola cream to keep them earthbound.”
Anyway, I’m just checking in to say that on the way there, I happened to drive by City Hall and saw the Occupy Philly encampment. It’s tiny. I was honestly shocked. All the media coverage for that little thing? Really? The annual outdoor Christmas Market on that side of City Hall is kind of pitiful, and it looks like the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul compared to this minuscule manifestation. Having followed some of the coverage, I expected it to be five or six times larger than it actually is. At least in my city, this protest is almost entirely a media phenomenon. Or so it seemed to me. I mean, bless their hearts and all, but this is a non-event.