Restaurant Review: Petruce et al

The Petruce brothers almost opened yet another pizza joint in Philly. Here’s why we’re very glad they didn’t.

Whole grilled sea bream | Photo by Jason Varney

Whole grilled sea bream | Photo by Jason Varney

Philadelphians have a lot of things to be thankful for, and one is that Justin and Jonathan Petruce aren’t trying to sell them pizza. There’s been some confusion about this. “When people hear that we have a restaurant with a wood oven and grill, the first thing they ask is if we make pizza,” says one of the brothers. “Actually, they’re more like, ‘What kind of pizza do you make?’” says the other.These are understandable assumptions. The Petruce brothers in fact wanted to open a pizza parlor. They even went to Italy, in 2010, to learn how.

“But then everybody in Philadelphia decided to open a pizza place,” Justin says.


So they just kept on cooking for other people. Between them, the Petruces have worked — occasionally together — at Mémé, M Restaurant, Fish and Little Fish. In March, they hung out a wooden shingle etched with their own name.

Petruce et al. packs plenty of talent into its Latin appendage. Partner Tim Kweeder blossomed into a wine geek worth keeping tabs on at A.Kitchen/A.Bar, and George Costa is one of those bartenders with a following. But the marquee belongs to the brothers, who have bided their time just long enough. These guys might sling a mean pizza, but I’ll rest happy never knowing as long as they’re this good at everything else.

Start with … oh hell, start with anything. The menu is sectioned into small, medium, large and bona fide family-style “et al.” plates, and everyone I ate with liked everything we ordered from every single part of the menu. This energetic restaurant — which spins local indie-rockers the Spinto Band on its upbeat playlist — scratches the city’s defining itch for unfussy refinement that’s rooted in rusticity.

There was cool chicken liver, whipped as smooth as pudding, set off with sweet-sour rhubarb. A meaty rabbit terrine, minimally cut with rabbit liver and pork fat, glistened on a plate speckled with flash-fried fresh chickpeas, lightly charred sweet spring onions, and soft curds of Cloumage cheese that electrified the lean centerpiece with a lactic zing. Carrots three ways (raw, pickled, and grilled whole on the height-adjustable grates of an Argentine-style grill that distinguishes much of the cooking here) landed with pistachios in a bagna cauda whose heady anchovy intensity fostered one of only two regrets here — which was that I didn’t order the Caesar salad.

The other was that I overlooked the menu’s $3 line item for hearth-baked sourdough — because it was wedged between Petruce’s address and the raw-fish disclaimer in minuscule type at the bottom. The proprietors hid it on purpose, Jonathan later confessed, when they couldn’t keep pace with bread orders. It’s since been moved up on the menu. That’s a critical improvement, since so many dishes beg for bread to sop up the juice.

The quail and lamb breast were two. The former came on a bed of wild rice — some boiled, some fried to puffy crisps — whose disappearance left a pool of cherry liquid mingled with foie gras that we would have fought over to wipe up. And the unctuous lamb was plated with soft goat cheese and a red-wine reduction bursting with all the concentration and sweetness that Kweeder mostly steers away from in his low-alcohol, food-friendly list. Some crusty bread might have consoled me when the crispy, grill-charred bark of the lamb’s fatty side was all gone.

A rivetingly flavorful Lancaster chicken with grits and pancetta lardons, sauced with egg yolks thickened over a double boiler, was another plate I hated to send back unwiped. Ditto the pristinely fresh Spanish mackerel — thick chunks of it, taken from a five-pound fish — served with fried baby artichokes in a luscious almond-milk sauce.

But enough of this broken record. You get it: No matter how much I ate of the Petruces’ deeply layered comfort cooking, embroidered everywhere with finely wrought details (fried field peas here, charred ginger there), I only wanted more. Good thing desserts hit the same high mark, led by Justin’s light dulce de leche.

I’ll confess that not all of Costa’s cocktails inspired further thirst. The hop vodka-based I.P.Eh? was both delicious and clever (not to mention sly, $14 being a pretty penny for a simulacrum of ale). But the nog-like Smoke & Mirrors might have moved me more in winter, and a couple brighter concoctions were too acidic. Just the same, I’ll line up for anything Costa makes with brown liquor. Wine is pricey at triple retail, but there’s value in Kweeder’s offbeat three- and five-ounce pours, which aren’t marked up any further.

The Petruces, meanwhile, may be holding firm on their no-pizza policy, but they did bring something else back from Italy. It’s a textbook-simple lasagna: tomato and béchamel. Served on a hot skillet that transforms the bottom layer into a delicate cracker, it is, like the restaurant it comes from, an instant classic.



3 Stars out of 4 Stars – Excellent

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This review by Trey Popp was originally published in the June 2014 issue of Philadelphia magazine.

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  • CM

    I had the sea bream pictured above a few weeks ago. It was so good.

  • JM

    Hmmm, triple retail? I don’t think so… Let’s just take a quick look at the white wines for example:

    Binner “Saveurs” – $52 list, $18.09 retail – 2.87x
    de Moor Aligote – $70 list, $26.89 retail – 2.60x
    de Moor Bourgogne Chitry – $76 list, $34.59 retail – 2.19x
    Octavin “P’tit Poussot” – $69 list, $27.79 retail – 2.48x
    Sablonnettes Chenin – $54 list, $20.69 retail – 2.60x
    Tessier Cour-Cheverny – $54 list, $21.89 retail – 2.46x
    La Petite Baignuese “Juste Ciel” – $49 list, $19.99 retail – 2.45x
    Stein Riesling – $54 list, $19.99 retail – 2.70x
    Val del Prete Arneis – $56 list, $19.99 retail – 2.80x
    Coenobium – $68 list, $26.99 retail – 2.51x
    Occhipinti “Alter Ego” – $57 list, $18.99 retail – 3.00x

    OK, so 1 wine hit the 3x retail mark there, sorry.

    So maybe you mean there are too many wines over the $100 mark (3 out of 35)? Or too many over $70 even (9 out of 35)? Not quite sure what your definition of “pricey” is…

    So, I have a hard time believing you when you come out and call someone’s list “pricey” because it is “triple retail” when it is neither of those. Did you do the math even? Are you maybe forgetting that restaurants have to pay retail price for wine in PA? I’m actually interested where this is coming from or if it is just fear mongering…

    Disclaimer: I sell wine in PA, including to Petruce.

    • http://www.petrucephilly.com TKweeder

      thanks, for clarifying that. all good though, ’twas a very nice review and we are very happy. to anyone out there who would like to know what restaurants pay for special order bottles, log on to the following site and search for the wine: http://www.finewineandgoodspirits.com/

      PA is not an easy state to be a restaurant owner with a liquor license. we do not receive wholesale pricing and a lot of people don’t realize that. the puny discount we receive isn’t much. hopefully that’ll change in the near future;)

    • Wino

      Just because they are paying retail on the wine, does not mean they have to overcharge for the bottle. If you pay those prices you should punch yourself in the throat afterwards.

      • Mick

        Just curious, why do people gladly pay 3x+ for beer or liquor, but when it is wine, you feel ripped off? I really never understood that logic.

      • JM

        Please indicate one restaurant in Philadelphia with lower markups on wine.

  • Susieq321

    We have been a few times and it was excellent every time. And we didn’t feel the wine was outrageously priced!