Our final stop in Philly was lunch at Reading Terminal Market.
We also went here two years ago when I took the same trip with my oldest daughter, and the place was so crazy that it stressed her out – stalls and merchants everywhere, and very chaotic. This time, I was familiar with the place and had a plan of action: I would walk the aisles with my daughter and her friend, letting them choose where they wanted to eat.
Decisions, decisions …
At the earlier suggestion of a friend, I ate at a crepe place, with nutella and strawberries. Nutella always reminds me of my trips to Europe, where my Italian friend said it’s the closest thing Italians have to peanut butter.