Amada

Amada
217 Chestnut St
Philadelphia, PA 19106
(215) 625-2450


We had a rental car, two splifs, the dog, a baggie, some papers and a grinder just in case. We also planned on an early dinner at Amada, a Spanish Tapas restaurant in Old City, Philadelphia.

First of all, Old City is gross. Between the milktoast types the Liberty Bell attracts and the college students, it's a rough neighborhood for a nice dinner. However, Sunday at 5pm was not so bad.

Amada's exterior is impressive; simply done in black and creme with large windows and french doors. The interior however is generic and astonishingly large, making it feel a little like a chain.

After sitting at a bar table, we noticed we were enclosed by two walls full of brand name products, like olive oil by Despana, on sale and with price tags made visible. Ew. So I wasn't surprised when I bit into a piece of Despana's frozen Tortilla. What a disappointment. Now I know that's a radical accusation, but other sources reveal it to be true.

We also had Jamon Croquetas that were super greasy, Boquerones served like Carpaccio?, Pulpo sickeningly over seasoned and greasy, Chanquetes with fish that were too large for the dish and sitting in grease. Besides the Revuelto with shired eggs and shrimp, the only other dish that was good was the complimentary Teule (tuna salad) they served when we sat down.

We had to split so I didn't get a chance to peruse the wine list. Also, the Manager was wearing heels. I'm not kidding.

I give Amada out of 's
Blazeability: smoke in your car