When Helen and I first settled in Port Fishington six years ago, we thought we’d made a bad decision. We’d moved from a vibrant, bustling street in Pennsport to a desolate block above York Street. We found lots of vacant houses and even less to eat. It wasn’t scary; the neighbors were friendly and welcoming. They planted the tree in front of our house for a few bucks and a case of beer! But we still felt like we’d left the place we loved for a place we could afford. That feeling of buyer’s remorse was hard to ignore.
Now that we’re getting ready to say goodbye to Philadelphia, we know we made the right choice moving here. This neighborhood flourished since we moved here, with fantastic new restaurants to go along with the music scene. We’ve been spoiled by having Greensgrow Farm around the corner. If you’d told me then that Stephen Starr would have not one, but two restaurants here, I would’ve laughed in your face. And then it happened. Heck, I introduced the #toomanygastropubs hashtag as a tongue-in-cheek complaint about our restaurant bounty.
We loved it so much, we started a family here. Charlie loves it, too! We’ve played countless games on the sidewalk in front of our house, saying hello to everyone who smiles at him as they pass. We made Memphis Taproom our living room away from home. We convinced our friends to move here, too! We’ve made great memories here. Port Fishington’s been good to us. We’re going to miss this place when we go.