Philadelphia’s nickname might be The City of Brotherly Love, but since my little sister relocated there for a new job on the Governor of Pennsylvania’s reelection campaign, it’s been known to be as the City of Sisterly Love to me. And this year, after celebrating the Fourth of July with my family in Martha’s Vineyard, I continued my East Coast exploration with a hop over to Philadelphia, a city I’m no stranger to, to explore it once again.
Olivia and I missed Father’s Day when we were in Nashville bacheloretting, and so we’d rescheduled for later in the summer when our dad was available to travel from Los Angeles. I was so excited to see my dad — it had been eight months since we’d been in the same city to have a hug!
I arrived late on a Thursday night and my dad and I spent Friday running errands and napping, so the weekend didn’t really kick off until that evening. And kick off it did! We had a nice al fresco dinner with views of the capital at the new Center City .
After, we walked a block down to for a performance of The Buddy Holly Story. While it might not have been my very first choice of performances, my dad loved it, and that’s what was important — , it’s been ages since I’ve seen a play and it felt good to remember that I, too, can enjoy refined entertainment that doesn’t involve binge-watching on a borrowed Netflix account.
That night, we had a nightcap at the , which I deeply regret not taking photos of as it was one of my favorite discoveries of the trip. As Philadelphia’s first bar with a retractable roof, it already has a lot going for it — but the cocktail menu is one of the most innovative I’ve ever seen, and I drink a lot of overpriced cocktails. Think “gin and terrarium,” a gin cocktail delivered via an actual edible terrarium. If you’re a hipster heading to Philadelphia, you literally cannot miss it — we’re definitely doing dinner here next time I’m in town.
The next morning, we were up early for breakfast at , a favorite restaurant from my last visit to Philadelphia — back when it was my dad who called the city home. (My sister has now followed in my dad’s footsteps to two different cities, Boston and Philadelphia. At this point we joke that we can’t wait until it’s her turn to move to Los Angeles, too!)
After brunch, we decided to walk off our omelets with a stroll all the way up to the Parkway Museums District, where our final destination was the grand .
My big request of the weekend was to see , which totally blew me out of the water. The show is dedicated to the work of prolific Natural Geographic photographer Michael “Nick” Nichols, not only an artist but an advocate for the natural world. Nichols has traveled the world in a way that many of us only dream of, though this exhibit offers a rare glimpse into the incredibly expeditions required to capture a single, award-winning photograph.
It’s on view until September 17th, so if you are lucky enough to be in Philadelphia before then, go! And get a comfy seat to watch the entirety of the film showing behind-the-scenes footage. It was so good, I watched parts of it twice — and walked out feeling awestruck at our luck, getting to live on this amazing planet.
(I didn’t take photos inside the exhibition, really — I was too absorbed in the art!)
And can I just brag for a minute about having the cutest museum buddies on the block?
On the way back to Olivia’s Center City apartment, we stopped at our old favorite, . My dad lived right around the corner from their South Philly location, and our cutie pup Tucker was a regular furry face around there — these days, he’s making appearances at donut shops all over Los Angeles.
That evening, we got together with my dad’s old coworkers for a reunion in South Philly. I loved seeing the love between my dad and his old team!
Sunday morning, we were back on the museum grind — this time strolling over the . Actual transcript of a typical Baackes family conversation:
Me: I’ve got to be honest, the American Revolution just isn’t my favorite war.
Olivia: What are you talking about?! Revolution is so hot right now!
My Dad: [Uncontrollable laughter.]
You do get to see George Washington’s actual war tent, which I don’t really understand from like a fabric degradation perspective (was it made of linen teflon?), and the displays are very modern and interactive, but it’s also a fairly text-heavy museum. I’m going to be honest and confess that I spent most of the visit sitting on the benches in the hallway texting with the other petulant tweens, but my Dad and Olivia read every single plaque in the place and they loved it — so American history buffs, this museum is definitely for you!
Our dad left that evening to some quiet tears, but I still had four more nights to kick around Philly. While Olivia and I made some semi-ambitious plans, we abandoned all of them in favor of watching the final season of Orange is the New Black, working out in her fancy apartment gym, and getting in one fabulous buti yoga class at .
Is Philadelphia my favorite city on the East Coast? No. But every time I go, I find something to love about it a little more. And for as long as I have family there, I’ll keep returning.
Here’s to the city of sisterly love!