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Garces Trading Co.
Posted: 2:47 pm, February 16th, 2010 in Philadelphia Eating
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There's a whole array of olive oils and vinegars that you're supposed to sample out of little paper cups. You hang around and taste the tastes, while people behind the counter ask a few times if you've been helped, and eventually you get a bangin' sandwich.
The prices are 9-10 dollars and this is where things get tricky. This is a once-per paycheck sandwich, whereas Old Nelson is definitely around a 4 hits every two weeks. This sandwich was killer all around (the Italian, and my buddy got the Spaniard), but when you get back to your cube and you open it up, and there's no chips, no pickle and you realize that you forgot to buy a drink, 10$ seems like a lot for a takeout sandwich.
My broke-ass aside (Marc Vetri has the rest of my money, damn him) this is a killer sandwich. The brioche was fresh and crunchy, the hot coppa was either in very small quantities or missing, but the sandwich was fine with bresaola and warm taleggio, some peppery greens and lemon confit for a tang. Just a great great sandwich.
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Just polished off a cubano from Trading Co, post to come tomorrow. I am embarrassingly star struck right now about getting Garces to pose for a pic for me.
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he's a super-nice dude, i think he'd be happy to.
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BANGIN!
Just opened today. It's a nice big open space with sit-down service or takeout sammies, pizza, etc. The wine boutique is a little odd and it seems to me that it would be beneficial to open up the bar with some stools and beers, but maybe it was just not open cause it was the first day.
Chef Vetri was in attendance to give props to his buddy, who was sternly managing the pass but taking time to pose for photos with celeb-hungry lunchers. Also in attendance were people whose last names were Money, a dude that looked like he managed the construction of the place, and me and my scruffy buddy, all jazzed about a new CC lunch spot.
When you walk in there's a long counter for cheese and charcuterie punctuated by a sammich-ordering station. Apparently I'll have to reply to my own