I claim Philly as city of origin since I lived there for a few years in college and because I survived the stint residing in North Philly, though I really grew up in the suburbs, some 45 minutes north of the city and because it’s easier then explaining the previous statement. The pace of life for the most part is still the same, though some sections of the area I no longer recognize. The parts closer to the city now have Starbucks, drugstores on every corner, and just about every imaginable modern-day convenience, but the dairy farms, curvy and confusing back roads remain – though the selling of bits and pieces of land have given way to gated communities and golf courses. While I’m sad that the landscape of my memories is becoming but a memory, the Lederach Tea Room is still a constant. They serve a fabulous brunch and full tea service, fresh eggs picked from the hen-house next door, fresh squeezed juices, and of course, a Pennsylvania Dutch treat, homemade apple butter. Not only do they make the best French toast I’ve ever had, but the place literally looks when I left it, specifically the morning I graduated from high school. This was my last stop before returning home, and I couldn’t have been happier to spend it with two very incredible ladies, Liz and Beth, who are practically my little sisters. Somehow they’ve managed to become amazing adults, while I still feel so very young…
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March 21, 2008 at 6:35 pm
ideaoraninkling
oh yeay! i checked/stalked 😉 the blog, and i am writing a comment as instructed! the brunch was so nice at lederach; i had never been, and of course the company was great! its a pleasure to be considered a little sister. i always wanted a big sister anyways! this included a greattt deal of exclamation points…!!!!
March 22, 2008 at 1:03 am
archivnoten
Stalking is just fine, as long as you don’t show up at the house in a sketchy white van. That’s creepy.
Girl, I cannot believe you hadn’t been to the tea room before! Come to think of it, unless you aren’t a 73 year old Mennonite I guess it isn’t that odd. But it is definitely on my top 10 brunch places in the world, and I eat a lot of breakfast.
As far as the big sis thing goes, you don’t really have a choice. Unfortunately for you, I haven’t really perfected all my advice giving techniques yet. The two that my dad gave me have worked out pretty well so far:
1. It’s not what you know but who you know.
2. Never refuse cash.
March 22, 2008 at 10:06 pm
Patrick
…unless that cash is being offered to you by a howler monkey, because it will probably bite you if you come too close.
March 24, 2008 at 10:33 am
ixichen
hmm… not sure #2 is appropriate in all cases, howler monkies included… You might want to rethink that, in order not to end up like a certain young impressionable and enthusiastic student I know who “kicks ass”.
March 24, 2008 at 12:41 pm
archivnoten
I guess there is an expectation that if you are offered cash then you have done something to earn it, though not necessarily true. Something to look into, either way.