About six years ago, I went through a period I call my Monogram Years. It was around the time of my wedding, and my husband and I were registering for gifts. But not just any gifts! Monogrammed gifts. Our towels from Bed, Bath & Beyond? Monogrammed! Our sheets and pillowcases? Monogrammed! I remember feeling an intense wave of nausea when I realized that if I used my personal monogram (not our joint monogram) it would be EGG. As in scrambled. Needless to say, we proceeded with our joint initials—EGJ, the ‘G’ large in the center, a typographical symbol of our love. When my best friend got married, I rattled off the list of things I could get monogrammed for her. “I have a contact,” I told her cryptically. If you overheard our conversation, you’d probably have thought we were discussing where to score meth. It took her weeks to finally spit it out, in a fit of desperation: “I don’t like monograms!”
Chipotle’s Walnut Street location is set to open on October 20th.
Meredith’s in Berwyn has become Aneau, a bistro and wine bar. There will be 30 wines for under $30 and a “more well-rounded, hipper” dining experience.
Lord Chesterfield is on the fridge at Standard Tap.
The Capital Grille in King of Prussia is set to open on November 8th. Gino’s Hamburgers in King of Prussia is even less far out.
Dobbs is looking to make another go of it on South Street. A.D. Amorosi puts the hoped-for opening in November. [City Paper]
Over the weekend with barely a peep, Denim became Whisper. [The Insider]
It doesn’t look good for Ro-Zu where mail has been piling up inside the front door. [The Insider]
Falafel Factory didn’t make it a year, the 18th Street quick-serve spot has been padlocked. [The Insider]
Mugshots Girard Avenue location is on its way by October 31st. [Phoodie]