“Today's egg is better than tomorrow's hen.” - Turkish Proverb

Yesterday B and I debated what protein we would select if we had to eat just one protein for the rest of our lives.  His choice, chicken; mine, eggs.  That being said, this post is going to be a little homage to my favorite protein.

For dinner last night B and I went to one of my favorite restaurants in Philly, Supper.  The menu at Supper is ever-changing because they focus exclusively on farm-fresh American cuisine (in fact, Supper's produce is grown exclusively by Blue Elephant Farm, a privately-owned organic farm in Newton Square).  Supper has been getting a lot of press lately for its deviled eggs, which snagged the restaurant a nod as "Best of Philly 2010: Bar Snacks" from Philadelphia Magazine.

With all of the hooplah, we had to start with the deviled egg plate.

In our previous visits to Supper, they served only traditional deviled eggs.  Last night, however, they featured a special platter with four different types of deviled eggs: one with feta and kalamata olives, one with Old Bay and crab meat, one with black truffle and scallion, and one with curry and mint.  Unfortunately we weren't 100% in love with the spruced up alternative because the feta and kalamata egg was far too salty, and the black truffle and scallion egg packed far too heavy a truffle punch.  Luckily, the Old Bay and crab meat egg and the curry and mint egg were quite good.

We also ordered the smoked chicken wings to start.

The chicken wings, marinated in a birch beer sauce and served with a black pepper and buttermilk sauce, were probably the best I have ever had.  The smoked crust was wonderfully tangy with just a hint of sweetness, and the buttermilk sauce worked perfectly.  [I believe it was at this point that B exclaimed that if he was forced to eat just one protein for the rest of his life it would be chicken.  Although I ultimately selected eggs, these wings definitely gave me a moment's pause]

For dinner B ordered the burger, and I had the scallops.

The burger, which was beef with brisket ground in, was served with applewood bacon, caramelized onions, and a roasted tomato and smothered by gruyere cheese - and yes, it was just as fantastic as it sounds.  Seriously, this burger was out of control.  I don't typically like thick burgers because they are often too bloody in the middle for my taste but this bad boy came out perfectly medium, and the roasted the tomato was genius.  Supper typically serves their burger with duck fat fries but B swapped out the fries for hush puppies.  The puppies were light as a feather, but a little bland for me (I'm used to the buttery, sweet corn southern version).

The boat day scallop dish was equally good.  The scallops were beautifully cooked and served with caramelized parsnips and grilled brussel sprouts over a parsnip puree and an almond and applebutter sauce.  Everything on the plate was fresh, and nicely complementary.


After dinner we watched Cyrus.  Although the now typical "indie" formula in which the film was shot (guided by a lot of hand held camera action) seemed unnecessary against the unfortunately trite storyline - 40-something single mother and 40-something odd-ball guy fall in love, mom's 20 something live-at-home high school dropout son comes between them, ultimately son realizes mom is miserable without her beau and all reconcile - it was alright.


This morning we decided to do brunch at another of of our favorites, Farmicia.  Farmicia's menu also incorporates food from local, organic, and artisanal producers, although it is more static than Supper's.  I stuck with my regular: the hacienda eggs and cheese grits.

The hacienda eggs (2 eggs any style, I take mine over easy) at Farmicia are served on an extremely thin tortilla over re-fried black beans and smothered by fresh tomato salsa, sour cream, and queso fresca.  Accompanied by the creamy cheddar grits, this is one of my favorite brunch dishes in the city.

B ordered the grilled canadian bacon on a toasted english muffin.

Covered with scrambled eggs and grated cheddar, it was essentially an open-faced breakfast sandwich.  It might sound simple, but it was really good.  The only bad thing we had all morning was B's bloody mary because of its a strange, off-putting licorice aftertaste.

Whether deviled, fried, or scrambled - after the last 24 hours of eating I still say that if I had to eat just one protein for the rest of my life I would most certainly choose the egg.