In truth, The Dandelion is not even on today's itinerary, and we end up here only after we discover that Parc Brasserie is incapable of producing mashed potatoes before 5:00pm (but more on that later). After barging out of Parc in various states of disgruntlement (Ginger murmuring, "This is what I hate about Philadelphia - from massive win to massive fail"), a fast perusal of our Best Thing I Ever Ate database shows that we are a mere two blocks away from The Dandelion, where they serve beer-battered fish and chips, Marc Summers's COMBOS choice.
|And Anyone Who Is Not Is Afraid of The Dandelion's Decor|
|Pommes Puree Consolation Prize|
|If That Lamp Said "Vodka," Vodka Would Steal It for Her Apartment|
"How about you test how nice he is by asking for a sample of every other component of our drinks?" Vodka suggests.
|Now Can We Please Try a Cucumber, Extra-Muddled|
|Makers of Musselman's: Take Note|
|But THIS Many Would Be Even Better|
|The Better to Cod You With, My Dear|
|Hunka Hunka Burnin' Fish|
|One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish|
|The Great Fish Massacre of 2011|
|If These Are "Chips," What Are Ruffles Called in England?!|
And our cocktail glasses are, true to form, completely drained.
The Dandelion's Beer-Battered Fish and Chips: 4 stars