Post-Mortem

It might be a little premature to write a post-mortem, but I think self-reflexivity is deeply important in the Field I Intend To Base My Livelihood In (that is to say, communications), so here we are. While I tried to write in an open and explanatory fashion, I recognize that I have been writing for a somewhat informed audience. While explaining everything might’ve slowed things down more than the ‘history sections’ already had, maybe I should have taken the time to fully go into the origins of these provincial foods rather than the thumbnail sketches I’ve used.

Additionally, I allowed perfectionist urges to get the best of me. In lieu of presenting materials to my advisers, I chose to kept it to myself in a self-destructive drive to only show it off when it was perfect. It’s been a problem throughout my life, and, as I understand, in the blood — no part of the old family tree liked to ask help of others, even if it was their job. The nature of the project as a capstone only fueled these perfectionist flames — this would represent the sum total of my work at Drexel University. It had to be perfect. The cycle is one I’ve been struggling with throughout my life — everything is a process. Can’t just expect to get better by addressing it, but it’s a start, if nothing else.

The serial aspect of creating a blog, while it should have allowed me to slowly roll out posts at my own pace, was squashed somewhat by the all-or-nothing nature of the project. I intend to continue updating the blog with further reviews and dives into the history of the city’s food culture, and maybe the freedom of choosing my own schedule will lead to a more satisfying per-post experience for me. Or maybe I’ll forget about it all in the hustle and bustle of the post-college experience and never think of it again. It’s hard to say.

What did I learn? Writing is hard, and finding something to say about a place is difficult, especially when the review is so specifically on the food and not the venue. I try not to spend too much time on uninteresting minutiae — talking about how the table I sat at was a little wobbly isn’t particularly riveting.

For special thanks: my advisers for the project, Karen Cristiano and Stephen Iwanczuk, who understood my erratic style and were always very patient with me. My parents, Kathie and John Roberts, for their support during night after sleepless night. My dog, Bear, for understanding that sometimes when it’s past midnight, the time for walkies is over and the time for sleep has begun. The cafes A La Mousse and Nook for the surely excessive time I spent in them while writing pieces. And You (™), for reading this and #Boosting my #Brand. Please like, retweet, and subscribe.

 

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Wrap-Up

That’s all he wrote. It’s impossible to fully encompass the breadth of Philadelphia food culture, but I hope this blog has done enough to interest you in it. Food trucks to venerable institutions, products that can only loosely be considered food to the creme of the crop, Philadelphia has something for everyone. If even one of these posts has caught your attention, I invite you to head into the city and explore things for yourself. I’ve only scratched the surface, and could probably write this blog forever. I intend to, actually — maybe I’ll try the pepper pot soup, the Moby Dick to my Whizzardly Ahab. I haven’t mentioned the Italian Market, food festivals, night markets, Chinatown, cannoli, gelato, Tacconelli’s… Wallet willing, time willing, job willing, though, I will.

Trying to encapsulate the whole of Philadelphia food culture isn’t a realistic goal, or even much of an attainable one. It does sound tasty, though, and maybe that’s all I can ask. Until the next time, I’ll see you when I see you, and we’ll walk the Whiz-yellow brick road together.

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