Icepack Illustrated: Questlove and Vetri. Volver and Bar Volver. Plage Tahiti and Sharon Pinkenson.

Why, it was just the other day that Questlove confirmed his return to DJ-ing the Vetri Foundation’s after-party (at Alla Spina) for June 10’s Great Chefs event at Urban Outfitters for Alex’s Lemonade Stand charities. Along with Quest, you’ll get a chance to nosh on BBQ from Adam Perry Lang and a 200-pound mortadella that chef Brad Spence has been building within the confines of a huge tank at Victory Brewing Co. Hang on though. There’s only 100 After Party Access Tickets that get you close to Quest and that gosh-darned mortadella, and they’re $525 each, and they are going fast. They can be purchased through vetrifoundation.org. Seriously, I love Questlove’s spinning skills, but I’m real interested in that giant Italian bologna. (Plus, I have been the only person to photograph Vetri and Quest together from what the night’s peeps, Cashman & Associates, tell me.)

Hey, Pat Rapa has a really cool Record Store Day piece in this week’s City Paper that reflects the wealth of April 19’s festivities. My two-cents though, comes in steering you to Harold Gold’s Gold Million Records store on Lancaster Avenue in Bryn Mawr. Not only will you find a limited edition Peanuts record player, you’ll meet up with Pennsylvania artist and graphic designer Cal Schenkel. This is Schenkel’s eleventh year at Gold Million, where he’ll sign copies of his most famous work (Zappa’s The Grand Wazoo, Burnt Weeny Sandwich, Uncle Meat, Ruben & The Jets, One Size Fits All and Another Band From L.A., Captain Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica, Tom Waits’ Small Change) along with selling his own mule variations of said work and other paintings. I have a Schenkel; it’s a handmade with teeth. Worth every penny.

Speaking of worth, there’s the long-awaited axis of the Volver/Bar Volver universe — its ticket-only reservations, its high prices — that unveiled both of its sides within the last week. The rooms look swellegant, Bar Volver’s champagne was cold, and its Chili Basil Smash is tasty and innovative. And, credit where credit is due: Somebody thank the Kimmel Center for tying themselves to Jose Garces for such a fascinating enterprise. Special shout-out to Volver GM Robert DeLarosa who was personally hired by Scott Steenrod, whose own recent arrival as Garces Inc.’s new VP of operations I mentioned here.

Man, I should have realized that brown paper didn’t mean they were remodeling. Every morning I walk my greyhound past Blue Belly BBQ and every morning — like the last three weeks — the place looks as if they were ready to do some work. Nope. They’re closed after all, and now I’m out the best barbecue between the Italian Market and Percy Street on South Street (theoretically not that far from me either, but when you need a smoked meat fix, you need a fix).

After moving Knit Wit to Chestnut Street two years ago, owner Ann Gitter is ready for another change. She’s bringing her longtime 17th Street clothing salon Plage Tahiti to its 1729 Chestnut Street digs starting July 1 for one big mega-boutique. For most of us who care about fashion, it’ll be a sad day seeing Plage and its colorful windows gone from 17th Street. Sadder still, perhaps, for one woman: “I was its original owner,” says Sharon Pinkenson, the doyenne of all things Philly-film in her role as head of the Greater Philadelphia Film Office. Before turning to film as a full-time gig, Pinkenson ran Plage Tahiti, a valued stop on edgy fashion’s top tier. “March 15th marked the 37th anniversary of the opening day of Plage Tahiti,” says Pinkenson. “I really don't know how to feel about seeing ‘my baby’ disappear from 17th Street. It's sad on the one hand, but also so heartening to know that Plage survived for so many years under the brilliant ownership of my dear friends, Ann, Donny and Bob after I left to join the exciting circus that is the film industry. Although I will certainly miss seeing the Plage bags with the logo in my own handwriting, the great memories will always remain.” Wow, that’s a fun fact about the bags. Plage Tahiti also happened to be the place where my wife’s jewelry line, Glamorosi, had its initial showing and sales. “Plage Tahiti gave me my first break, as my collection made its debut in their window on Valentine’s Day 2002,” says Reese Amorosi. “Their approval gave me credibility as a designer.”

WHOWHATWHERE: How is it I live mere doors away from Cheesesteak Vegas and still missed the snowy-haired leader of free Pennsylvania while he ate at Geno’s Steaks? Sure enough, Governor Tom Corbett ordered two provolone wit’ from Geno’s Tony Marconni, and hung at the Ninth Street steak-haus for a while, swamped by his Secret Service detail the entire time. My Crazy Girlfriend, a fraternal twin-run pop band famous for “Go Fuck Yourself,” hit up Q102’s studios in Bala this week, but told no one to fuck themselves. Congrats to Philadelphia Orchestra maestro Yannick Nezet-Seguin and his longtime partner/violist Pierre Tourville; they just snagged a condo in the Rittenhouse Square area, therefore showing their dedication to their new-ish home town. “I’m thrilled to have a permanent home here in Philadelphia,” wrote the maestro to the board of the Philly Orchestra. “From my very first day when I was announced as music director, I promised I would purchase a home in Philadelphia, and now, I am overjoyed that this has come to pass. I am a proud Philadelphia homeowner and I am excited to call myself a resident of the lively and vibrant Rittenhouse Square neighborhood.” It was nice bumping into director Lee Porter at the Philly-centric Modern Baseball/Wonder Years show the other night at Electric Factory. “My buddy Sean Huber is the drummer of Modern Baseball, as well as the editor of my MyRuinedLife.com web series,” says Porter, who goes on to point out that Huber also made a guest cameo in this, the third season’s show, Sweat Too, that can be seen here. Hey, no sooner was Baseball/Wonder done on Saturday night, then it was time to catch the UK’s most hyped punk act, London Grammar, pound their pretty way through Underground Arts on Saturday night. Lastly, two deaths have me pretty rattled this week: the passing of the Inquirer’s art criticism lion Edward Sozanski, and that of drummer Sky Kishlo of local bands such as The Heathens and The Wild Women of Wongo — each of whom wove their own weird brand of magic. Kishlo will be celebrated with a memorial gathering on May 12 at Tattooed Mom’s. Mr. Sozanski’s funeral arrangements were incomplete as of press time.