Las Girlfriends Guide to subversive eating by Sabrina Vourvoulias

Philadelphia is a food city.

If you don’t believe us, believe Travel + Leisure which last year wrote that our city has a "vibrant culinary landscape" and named us "one of the most exciting food destinations in the nation."

A second site lauded our cheesesteaks, meatballs in red gravy, and innovative vegan eateries. Yet another reminded us that top restaurateurs like Marc Vetri, Stephen Starr, Michael Solomonov and José Garcés have all left their imprint on how, and what, we eat in the city.

FWIW, all of that is true.

But we know how you are.

You want to know the hidden. You want to know the real.

We know you have heard there is a fringeness to the food scene in Philadelphia. That you’ve come looking for the gut-kick of adrenaline, a taste of underground, and the possibility of enchantment that’ll make you forget you exist in Trump’s America.

We got you, baby. Really, we do.

Who better than a trio of middle-aged (+) Latinas from South Philly to show you what can bubble up when la gente decide to cook?

Okay, then. Imagine that instead of reading this, you are climbing into our food truck ...

... redolent with the aromas of toasted masa, chile guaque, and shaggy Mexican cinnamon. There is a Memo Ochoa bobble-head on the dash, a Guadalupe hanger on the rear-view that blesses our driving, and several coffee cups with yesterday’s dregs in the cup holders.

And, here, there’s plenty of room for you in the comfy bench front seat.

When we get rolling we’ll tell you our story, and we’ll tell you stories from other eateries in the city too—because food without stories is just empty calories.

Welcome to the resistance.

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Sabrina Vourvoulias


Header photo: Bethany Welsh. Food truck photos: Se Busca Se Vende Filadelfia.