Why Mitch Prensky isn’t listed when folks chatter about best-of-Philly hashslingers is still beyond us. Sure, his restaurant was originally touted as a small plates venue, which it never really was. Sure, he decided to open an eatery on a part of South Street that doesn’t usually attract foodie-types and lunch crowds. Screw all that. His new lunch menu is fantastic, with the highlight being the Supper Dog and a bevy of re-invented classics. Funny enough, Supper is now the lunch destination that this part of Philadelphia seriously needed.
That wondrous porky explosion you see above is the shit you see in movies and read about in books. Larger than life, intimidating to even the most voracious appetite, and without the nitrate-induced death knell any pre-packaged version would offer. Made from Berkshire Pork, the freshness and earthiness in the meat shines through all the way, even though Prensky dresses this big bastard up in flavorful addendums like house-made beer mustard and barbecued onions. Even that beautiful piece of bacon wrapped around the length of the doggy doesn’t hide what’s inside. You go on with yourself, Mad Mitch. Thanks for the side of Sweet Frickles to ride along with the frankfurter. No one else does it sweet, they all go dill. You, sir, are a visionary.
We also got to taste our favorite summertime snack, the deviled egg. We’re obsessed, OBSESSED, with deviled eggs. Once we ate 32 of them, and it wasn’t on a dare. It wasn’t alcohol induced. It was love at first bite. Sriracha Deviled Egg won the fight. Close second was Old Bay Egg, and surprisingly Truffle Egg was third place, but surely no loser.
The man himself is an affable gent, without pretense, and a little out of his damn mind. But so are we, and frankly, we don’t trust a chef who isn’t the same way. Head there for lunch and you won’t be disappointed. But make sure you’ve finished all of your TPS reports before heading over, because you sure as shit aren’t going to get anything done after you’re finished eating lunch.
Supper, 926 South Street (215) 592-8180
i went the first day they did lunch. good burger, but their provencal lamb french dip stole the show. good stuff and we met Mitch. Good, hilarious, hyper guy. Lotta fun.