On the heels of the Barbuzzo and the really misleading Lolita, the 13th St. crew has retooled the old Bindi digs to create a dark-wooded Castilian library of liquor with leather lounges, raw stick chairs, a slew of authentic tapas, and the name Jamonera, which future archeologists will coin the current time, when they dig up mad human skeletons desperately clutching ham bones
The Food: Get your delicate, meticulously lotioned hands on small stuff like marrow-tastic Croquetas de Medulla, cheese & meat plates w/ acorn-fed Iberico, and toasts topped with everything from fried quail eggs & Manchego, to piperade-BBQ-sauced pig tails. Much like Mr. Loaf's mixtapes, bigger plates are meat-heavy and intended to be shared, including jamon- & Ibores-stuffed pork loin w/ smoked ham fat, a country pork liver pate w/ carrot & Meyer lemon marmellata, chicken tagine w/ Moorish duck sausage, and braised rabbit with roasted sunchokes, or what Channing Frye does all the time, only roasted
The Drinks: To ensure you know about Iberian booze beyond $14 blue test tubes in Ibiza that Brooke Burke told you about, they've got bottles of ciders from Spain & Portugal, cocktails like a martini crafted from smoother, more refined Spanish vermouth, plus a bottled barrage of fermented grapes. Also, Jamonera's the place for sherry in Philly (hooray?), thanks to 20+ varieties of the fortified wine, which's even more likely than regular vino to have you acting like a total ham.