Chefs: They show up, open shop, and before you know it, your friends, mom, and that creep next door (the one who spies on you) are at the next table.
No wonder we’re hermits.
As of Monday, you’ll have a new place to hide: David Katz’s Mémé, where the rustic New American menu breaks down into “small-ish” (appetizers), “larg-er” (entrees), and “for two.” (Katz suggests foie gras tart followed by sauteed skate with slow-cooked tomatoes.)
The interior looks like a Rittenhouse-area living room: antique yellow paint on the walls, white trim, and hardwood floors. But unlike a Rittenhouse-area living room, the place isn’t stocked with a nanny and a ton of booze. It’s BYO until Katz transfers his liquor license.
But, sorry, he can’t do anything about the nanny.
Mémé, 2201 Spruce Street (215-735-4900 or memerestaurant.com).