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My name is … Salvatore Anthony Nicholas Paolantonio. “Sal Pal” for short. I was named after … my mother’s oldest brother, Salvatore Giardina, who served […]

It’s not every day that you come across a condiment that makes you do a double take. Heck, it’s not every year. But think about […]

River Boat Tours Misc. Nocturnal Frivolity | Docks at Rittenhouse and Penn’s Landing Whether you prefer your cruise of the Schuylkill or Delaware to be narrated […]

This is a strange moment in Philadelphia sports. For the first time, all four of our major teams are led by rookie managers or coaches—the […]

The bell rang at 3 p.m. Kids burst from their second-floor classrooms at the West Philadelphia High School Academy for Automotive and Mechanical Engineering and […]

With scaled-down ambitions and pumped up flavors, John Mims comes back to Narberth. But is this homecoming what he really wants? The best place to […]

We were flipping through some past weddings that took place at the Horticulture Center and stumbled upon this one from a past fall issue. One […]

Next year is the 100th anniversary of the First World War, and we are beginning to see new Woodrow Wilson biographies and other books about […]

My name is … Lynne—that’s L-Y-N-N-E—Abraham. Almost everybody forgets to put the “e” on there. When people referred to me as the “Deadliest D.A.” … […]

There are many food menus at Carmine’s Creole Café Act II, and none of them list the most important thing John Mims cooks there. This […]

In a city thoroughly accustomed to restaurant turnover, it takes a lot for a renovation to stir up nostalgia. Even the final dismantling of Le […]

How to get to Hot Springs: You can drive to Hot Springs in six and a half hours. Alternatively, fly (90 minutes) to Roanoke–the resort […]

At the bottom of a steep block on the west side of Scranton, next to a clapboard home with peeling white paint, there’s a pizza […]

I was 13 years old in 1976—not exactly a budding patriot, but a good enough student of American history by that point to understand that […]

He never admitted to anyone that it was a crazy idea, even though at first glance it was obviously crazy. He did keep a self-deprecating […]