Not Your Typical Supper
Rick Nichols visits Supper on South Street and has finds the dishes and the name don’t jive even if those dishes are “often delicious.”
Supper is an appealingly great American space – floating hatbox chandeliers, comfy bolsters splashed with color, an inviting bar (though without the capability during my visits to make a decent Manhattan), big-paned windows on the street, rustic rafters, a wide-open kitchen, and, yes, sturdy tables.
The flavors, too, are artfully, and often deliciously, rendered; the dishes nicely presented. But there’s a bait-and-switch quality to that name. Any resemblance to supper, real or imagined, is purely coincidental: With hors d’oeuvres of deboned Moroccan chicken wings, wine-poached mission figs stuffed with mascarpone, and finger sandwiches of smoked duck and quince-paste membrillo, “Global Dish” would be a better fit.
It doesn’t live up to its name [Philadelphia Inquirer]