On a recent trip to Philadelphia, I had the good fortune to stop for lunch at a grand bazaar of culinary delights, known as the Reading Terminal Market. In operation since 1893, the market provides a year-round array of fresh and prepared foods, housed in a revitalized train terminal, which was originally built with the grandeur of a bygone era.
Beneath the high-domed ceiling, row after row of independent merchants compete for the right to fill your stomach. And during lunch hour, you’ll be competing too, with throngs of locals and scores of business travelers, who come from the adjoining convention center. The atmosphere is one of mild chaos, which seems quite apropos for this setting.
Sections of the market, catering to locals, are devoted to stands featuring fresh produce, meat and fish. (Much of the fish on the day I visited was very recent pulled from the ocean by the nearby Atlantic fleet.) Interspersed among the raw goods vendors, are dozens of prepared food stands, which go well beyond the almost cliché Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. From falafels at Kamal’s Middle Eastern Specialties to mouth-watering roast beef and homemade Italian sausage sandwiches at DiNic’s, from ikura at Tokyo Sushi Bar to hand-carved turkey from The Original Turkey, there is something to please every taste.
A corner of the busy market is devoted to stands run by the Pennsylvania Dutch. Open on a more limited basis than the rest of the market, the stands run by the various Quaker sects, offer a range or organic meats, cheeses, produce and baked goods. And though their dress reflects their religion’s traditional codes and values, interaction between the Pennsylvania Dutch and their customers does much to dispel stereotypes. For instance, my purchase from the Lancaster Co. Dairy was concluded with a simple “thank you”, rather than a ‘Tis a pleasure doing business with you, English’. Their fresh-squeezed apple cider was nectar of the gods.
By meal’s end, you may feel like you could not take another bite, but leaving the market without dessert would be a mistake. I might suggest exiting the market on the Filbert Street side and stopping at Termini Brothers Bakery for a to-go box. Cannolis are filled on-site; the creamy sweet filling is not piped into the flaky crust until you place your order. The connolis are rich, yet delicate and are worth making room in your hotel room’s honor bar fridge, if you have no room in your stomach.
It’s hard to leave the Reading Terminal Market unsatisfied, but be forewarned. Upon exiting you may be left with a decision: a cup of coffee or a nap.
Beneath the high-domed ceiling, row after row of independent merchants compete for the right to fill your stomach. And during lunch hour, you’ll be competing too, with throngs of locals and scores of business travelers, who come from the adjoining convention center. The atmosphere is one of mild chaos, which seems quite apropos for this setting.
Sections of the market, catering to locals, are devoted to stands featuring fresh produce, meat and fish. (Much of the fish on the day I visited was very recent pulled from the ocean by the nearby Atlantic fleet.) Interspersed among the raw goods vendors, are dozens of prepared food stands, which go well beyond the almost cliché Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. From falafels at Kamal’s Middle Eastern Specialties to mouth-watering roast beef and homemade Italian sausage sandwiches at DiNic’s, from ikura at Tokyo Sushi Bar to hand-carved turkey from The Original Turkey, there is something to please every taste.
A corner of the busy market is devoted to stands run by the Pennsylvania Dutch. Open on a more limited basis than the rest of the market, the stands run by the various Quaker sects, offer a range or organic meats, cheeses, produce and baked goods. And though their dress reflects their religion’s traditional codes and values, interaction between the Pennsylvania Dutch and their customers does much to dispel stereotypes. For instance, my purchase from the Lancaster Co. Dairy was concluded with a simple “thank you”, rather than a ‘Tis a pleasure doing business with you, English’. Their fresh-squeezed apple cider was nectar of the gods.
By meal’s end, you may feel like you could not take another bite, but leaving the market without dessert would be a mistake. I might suggest exiting the market on the Filbert Street side and stopping at Termini Brothers Bakery for a to-go box. Cannolis are filled on-site; the creamy sweet filling is not piped into the flaky crust until you place your order. The connolis are rich, yet delicate and are worth making room in your hotel room’s honor bar fridge, if you have no room in your stomach.
It’s hard to leave the Reading Terminal Market unsatisfied, but be forewarned. Upon exiting you may be left with a decision: a cup of coffee or a nap.