Catering to a New Thirst in Narberth

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It’s no secret that tastes have been changing in the homey, front-porch Main Line borough of Narberth. It’s hardly Fishtown. But a steady trickle of urbanites – typically as their children reach school age – have decamped from Philadelphia, giving the town of some 5,000 a younger, if not ostensibly hipper, feel. Voting rolls have tipped from reliably Republican to  decidedly Democratic. And in recent years, a genuine French patisserie has opened near the SEPTA station (and even more recently a second one – owned by Georges Perrier – on Montgomery Avenue). There’s an Osaka-style lunch counter offering okonomiyaki, a Japanese “pizza.” A very tasty Thai cafe. Wholesale croissant bakeries. And not least, three pubs – two of them facing off across Haverford Avenue, a small-town version of the dueling delis (Hymie’s vs. Murray’s) a mile away on the Bala-Merion border.

The two taverns – The Greeks (born 90 years ago as Arcadia Chios Tavern) and McShea’s – are among the oldest establishments in town, watering holes dating to the days when this was an Irish-Italian tradesmen’s village, and snubbed by the grander, more monied precincts it abutted. So it was with some surprise that locals noticed that, not just one, but both of the places had suddenly decided to annex the shops next door, nearly doubling their old footprints and offerings.

At his new “Greek’s Next Door,” owner Drew Johnson, is installing coolers for more than 400 take-out (bottles and six-packs) of craft beers, and 15 rotating taps at a growler station.
Why now? “I kept seeing more dogs and strollers,” he says, signs of a younger, family-centered clientele that might not have time to drop in for a gin and tonic, but who he suspects have developed a taste for the craft beer that has taken Philadelphia by storm.

At McShea’s – a fixture under various names since the end of Prohibition – owner John McShea, who actually seats twice as many lunch and dinner customers as The Greeks (a total of 90), is tacking in the other direction. He offers about 60 labels in the bar. But it’s the dining and catering part of his business that needs breathing room. He’s breaking through his wall to the  estate jewelry store (it’s relocating) next door, expanding his kitchen and offering take-home prepared meals – versions of his comfort-food meatloaf, pasta and and house-made Irish-bacon specials.

Both places are aiming to open their expanded digs in early fall, doubling Narberth’s menu of take-out meals and craft beer. Can Korean tacos, a cupcake truck and retro bowling be far behind?

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For 15 years, Rick Nichols was the food columnist for The Philadelphia Inquirer, writing by rough count close to 1,5000 short essays, several of which are anthologized in Best Food Writing, the annual collection. He is a Philadelphia native, who moved to New England, and later – in college – to Chapel Hill, N.C., where he developed a fondness for Southern cuisine, which is why Erin O’Shea had him, many years later, at “whipped grits.” He was a Nieman Fellow at Harvard, and has led tours of ethnic culinary enclaves in the city for First Person Arts, a local non-profit. He’s a reader at the Rosenbach Museum’s annual Bloom’s Day celebration of Joyce’s Ulysses, and each December plays a mean (in both senses of the word) Ebenezer Scrooge in Narberth’s Dickens Festival. He teaches a writing course at Penn, and is at work on a book about chocolate. In a few months, the Reading Terminal Market will unveil the finest tribute he could wish for -- a new public meeting space to be called The Rick Nichols Room.

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