This is what’s special about mustard: it kind of hurts and, well... it’s supposed to. Mustard is hot, it’s an irritant and unlike black pepper and chile (the burn of which is only really felt on contact or when heated) mustard is volatile at room temperature so we need only open a jar and dangle it beneath our nasal passages to sense the burn.
This past May, I had the good fortune to travel to France and work with one of our favorite affinage companies, Marcel Petite. Nestled in the Jura Mountains in northeast France, Marcel Petite ripens massive wheels of Comte to absolute perfection. We arrived at the aging facility, a decommissioned military bunker named Fort Lucotte.
At Di Bruno Bros., our slogan is “Celebrating Great Food and Great People since 1939.” We strive to align ourselves with meaningful companies comprised of passionate employees who proudly represent the cheese maker. Few companies, if any, live up to this mantra like Essex Street Cheese.
May 31st kicks off 2013 Philly Beer Week, and boy are we excited! We have lots of events in store showcasing some of the best of our cheese selections to pair with craft and local beers. We’ve partnered with restaurants, breweries and food writers to offer a wide variety of events – from educational clases, to sampling events to thoughtful paired dinners and even an exclusive After Hours event at 9th Street on June 6th!
Peek behind Philadelphia’s largest and oldest cheese counter for a lively guide to pairing cheese with everything from beer and cocktails to olives and charcuterie. Madame Fromage brings to life 170 of the world’s greatest artisanal cheeses, drawing on stories and knowledge from our third-generation owners, cheesemongers and friends.
Kimchi and cheese? Take that puzzled look off your face! It’s not any more bizarre than drizzling balsamic vinegar on a wedge of Parm. Or tipping back a fermented beverage, like beer or wine, with pizza. Or, at least that was our premise when Amanda Feifer and I presented KIMCHEESE! for the Philadelphia Science Festival. Sixty […]
“Puits d’Astier,” Rocco whispered. It sounded like a new frangrance. Pwee d’awz-tee-eh. And it might as well be. Since Saturday, I’ve been patting Puits d’Astier on the insides of my wrists, and wherever I go in the world I leave the aroma of sweet sheep’s milk and hazelnuts. It’s true. Riders of SEPTA, Philadelphia’s public transit system, know me and thank me. Expect men who peddle scented oils from duffle bags to pursue you with bottles of faux Puits d’Astier soon.
March brings the Flower Show to Philadelphia, and with this year’s “British Landscapes” it seems only proper to offer you a selection of Britain’s best wedges. Should you overdose on the smell of hyacinths, you may wish to pop into Di Bruno Bros. for a sniff and nibble. (Di Bruno Bros. will be a vendor at the show, but the flagship store at 18th and Chestnut is within walking distance.)