Ignore the Cajun fries. And the veal parm. That’s not what you’re here for. Ask for the German food menu, and order anything off it — perhaps the schweinschnitzel, which is so goddamn tasty when scooped up with the apple sauerkraut. Wash it all down with a Paulaner, and don’t skip the strudel for dessert — this is a meal you won’t want to rush through. 733 West White Horse Pike, Cologne.
What’s great about pupusas — Salvadoran griddle cakes stuffed with cheese and beans and meats — is that they’re griddle cakes stuffed with cheese and beans and meats. At El Salvadoreno, they specialize in pupusas, so you’re going to want to order a few to go (definitely the version with chicharròn and cheese) and throw in some fried plantains and a few tamales while you’re at it. 6 White Horse Pike, Clementon.
It’s the old-school hoagie shop of your dreams, complete with an aged letter-board menu, the Phillies playing on some ancient TV, and overstuffed sandwiches layered with freshly shaved meats, shredded lettuce, and the juiciest Jersey Romas. They’ve got cheesesteaks, too. 305 South White Horse Pike, Waterford Works.
This restaurant is basically a shrine to Frank Sinatra, which is pretty much all you want out of a Jersey-Italian joint: Rat Pack memorabilia everywhere, pineapple-upside-down-cake martinis, perfect garlic bread, and big bowls of pasta made even better by the $1.50 homemade linguini up-charge. 400 White Horse Pike, Chesilhurst.
You’ll know you’re close when the applewood- and oak-scented smoke starts coming through the air vents in your car. It starts about a mile away, which is a good sign for any side-of-the-road BBQ operation. Once here, you’ll find deep-fried turkey kebabs that are crispy and juicy and a local-blueberry barbecue sauce that’s an ideal match for the must-order pulled pork. 53 White Horse Pike, Chesilhurst.
Published as “Drive Through” in the July 2018 issue of Philadelphia magazine.