Short ribs, what could've been and a new pub
After yesterday’s food truck fest, I should probably be taking a break. Instead, I’m already planning where I’m eating this week.
No lessons were learned, obviously. My waistband is protesting, but my heart is winning this fight.
So here I am, quietly committed to continuing to make questionable but delicious decisions.
But before we resume eating, quick hello to Ewing Glass. Because every Bucks County home eventually has that moment where something refuses to be ignored anymore. If your bathroom is still giving strong 1997 energy (no judgment), they’re the people you call when you want it fixed without turning your life into a full HGTV episode.
Worth the calories this week
Maize up in Perkasie is currently serving a bison short rib that feels less like dinner and more like emotional support with a fork. Slow-braised and heavy in the best way. But if you’d prefer to make a more responsible decision, the apple sunflower cake is spring on a plate. Just healthy sounding enough to mention to your trainer without making eye contact.
If you’re heading (more) north, Upper Eddy’s Black Bass Hotel has Challah French toast that continues its undefeated reign as breakfast royalty. Crisp edges + custardy interior. Ideally consumed while staring out at the river and considering a life where Mondays and emails don’t exist.
Went down the rabbit hole
Imagine the White House…but with a Wawa next door.
In the late 1780s, Robert Morris pushed hard to make the Falls of the Delaware (modern day Morrisville) the nation’s capital. He even hosted George Washington at his Summerseat estate to sweeten the pitch.
This wasn’t just big talk. In 1783, Congress actually voted to put the capital here.
So why aren’t we all commuting through “District of Morrisville”? Blame Alexander Hamilton. He pulled off the political equivalent of a high-stakes dinner trade in the Compromise of 1790, swapping the capital’s location southward in exchange for a federal debt deal.
Today, Summerseat still stands. A reminder that instead of being stuck behind a landscaping truck, you could’ve been honking at a Senator (much more satisfying).
Where I’m going next
Cellar Pub (which has a nicer ring than Basement Bar) in New Hope opened under new ownership this weekend. Wine, craft beer, polished mocktails and the kind of low lighting that immediately makes everyone look twenty percent more interesting. I’m already convinced round two is a sound financial decision. Oh and the booze is Bucks made. So you’re technically supporting local business twice.
This was refreshing to see
Earlier this year, Amazon decided to deliver something a bit more useful than my 3rd pair of pillow slides: a hundred thousand dollar community fund for Bucks.
Usually a “corporation gives money” headline has the same energy as a corporate training video on "synergy” (what do you mean?). But this one is actually cool. They’re handing out micro-grants directly to local doers.
Think, the neighbor who starts a free little pantry, the teacher who quietly funds a STEM club or the person who somehow gets 12 people to show up and clean a park on a Saturday morning.
It’s less corporate PR, more “here, go make your neighborhood better”. And I can get behind that.
I’ll be over here in my pillow slides (like walking on a cloud), sipping a mocktail and wondering if a Morrisville DC would have meant a Metro stop in Levittown. Our current traffic jams tell me we dodged a bullet.
Anyway, I’ll see you Tuesday morning for a round of good news.
May your waistband be forgiving and your wine perfectly chilled,
Cait at From Bucks
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