There are some pop stars that look great and get so much PR that you can’t escape their songs. And yet, even with all the allure and hype, it’s pretty clear they’re missing real vocal talent. Love you JLo, but yes we’re talking about you. 

Wilder is the restaurant equivalent of these pop stars. It has all the looks of a great restaurant, with a central Rittenhouse Square location, a packed dining room full of chandeliers and fancy antique rugs used as wallpaper, and a menu with New American and Italian staples. Despite all of that, Wilder is not a restaurant you should go out of your way for. And besides some solid pizza and dinner rolls, most of the menu is completely forgettable.

Everything at Wilder makes you feel like you’re at one of the trendiest places in town. There’s animal print on the bar stools, large indoor plants, and velvet booths along the walls where you can hang out with a couple of friends. When you look around, you’ll see people celebrating graduations, a young crowd grabbing a few drinks before heading out for the night, and a few after-work crews who stopped in because one of their coworkers told them it’s a cool place. One of the more confusing elements of the restaurant is the fact that it’s billed as a three-level space, but the restaurant is really made up of just two floors with an elevated bar area. This seems representative of the place as a whole—Wilder promises you a lot, but rarely actually delivers.

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The menu is full of things like tuna crudo, raw bar items like clams and oysters, pastas, pizzas, and shareable mains like dry-aged strip steak and a pork chop milanesa. There’s nothing outstanding here, unless you count some fluffy pull-apart rolls with a creamy green garlic butter. Ultimately, you’re left with forgettable options that are often missing a key element—we’re speaking literally in some cases, as we once received our Mortadella and Long Hots pizza without the peppers. When you order something like their scallop crudo or pork sausage rigatoni, it may come with a flavorless puree or overcooked pasta that’s falling apart. And that’s why this place frustrates us. Dishes are made up of flavors and ingredients that seem good on paper and look great under the chandeliers, but once you take a closer look, the execution just isn’t there. 

The best time to come here is when you want a casual weeknight meal and can’t get into Veda or Melograno nearby. Stick to the solid pizzas, which are just doughy and chewy enough, and ask for some extra chile oil to liven the slices up. 

Maybe one day they’ll develop a menu that's exciting enough to justify the packed dining room. But for now, it’s missing quite a few things from being a showstopper.