The Piazza Farmer's Market has relocated to Germantown behind the Piazza since that white stuff happened. I honestly hope it stays there. Going down the line is a better way to survey the goodness, as opposed to circling the vendors with no decisive start.
Wild Flour was at the ready with their Yards-infused breads. Now if only the Foodery had a stand there to get down to business with. We tasted a rye bread with IPA and a sweet bread that was jacked with Pale Ale, cardamom, chocolate, and orange zest.The one we took home was the Yards ESA Multi-Grain. Toasted with some almond butter, the sturdy slice had lots of malty flavor. Extra special? Yes.
Whole wheat tomato pie from Big Sky Bread was our final treat. The market connects the path from home to gym, and after an amazing workout, coming back to rutabagas and carrots is just the thing.
Post-denim shopping in Rittenhouse, where I normally lament the dining options because every restaubar there might as well be the same thing, we hit the new falafel outpost: Falafel Factory. Yes, it screamed chain and there were pictures on the menu, but that didn't stop us from trying the barbecue falafel. They only had fried because there weren't baked falafel left, which was a let-down. It was odd to have pickles, onions, and BBQ sauce on a falafel, but certainly not bad at all. I wouldn't frequent this place if the carts were open, but it would do in a falafel emergency.



