I had already been to Pearl, it seemed, before I'd ever walked in.
But it wasn't a Little Pete's flashback I was having when I cracked the door at 1904 Chestnut St. No, that greasiest of greasy-spoon coffee shops had been transformed into something at the complete opposite end of the Pretension Spectrum.
Pearl, at first glance, was all too familiar - as a caricature of the prototypical Old City lounge re-created off Rittenhouse Square.
It's a slick hybrid of nightspot flash and culinary trends that co-owner Scott Stein began to perfect at Red Sky, the austere Market Street lounge-eatery he recently sold. It could have survived on DJs and martinis alone, but the food, to Stein's credit, was always better than expected. At Pearl, meanwhile, which he owns with dad David, brother Sean, and childhood friend Brett Perloff, the concept has been given a $2 million polish of high design and a talented young chef to make it purr.