The restaurant scene here is one of the things the city really has going for it.

Literally means nothing unless it’s protected or highly patrolled.

Few days.

Hot take: Pat’s is serviceable if you’re out late or need food in your stomach after the bars close. Not to be snobby, but Geno’s is just not good at all.

I disagree with the parking garage idea, but they totally should close that intersection. It’s a fucking nightmare to walk across. People park in the crosswalk, by fire hydrants, or on the points of Pat’s and Geno’s, making it almost impossible for drivers to see pedestrians. I’ve come within a foot or two of getting hit multiple times there and drivers act like I’m the asshole for walking on the striped crosswalk. Additionally, when the weather gets nicer, those psychopaths on trikes, motorcycle, and gators come by acting like macho assholes and blasting their music as loud as they fucking can at 3 AM.

Haven’t been there in a while, but Cedar Park Cafe in West Philly had some killer chicken and waffles last time we went.

If you cannot physically stop your dog from dragging you like a sled and killing another animal, you have no business owning that dog.

Hearing stories from friends and family members in residencies around the country really opened my eyes to how brutal these programs are. If people knew how sleep deprived, overworked, and exhausted some of these people are on shift, they probably wouldn’t want them treating people.

Fucking professors who got their PhD 15-50 years ago. They have no idea how different higher ed is now. They have no idea how barren the job field is, they can not grasp how little these PhD students get paid compared to cost of living.

And the old ones are the fucking worst. They don’t realize that they have lived/are living perhaps the most charmed existence of any humans who have ever lived. They got to study some obscure field that is their passion and live comfortably while doing so. They existed in this complete sweet spot of American history; while the U.S. and state governments were still funding universities adequately and these institutions weren’t overfilled with frat boy business majors and shitty professional degrees. And when you explain that, no, I can’t do this unpaid summer internship because I get paid like 20,000 a year and need to work a restaurant job so that I can afford rent and have food in the refrigerator, they act you you just stabbed their mother in front of them. And not to mention they’re hanging on to their jobs until their 80s, when their field, the technology, and the academy has passed them by and then they’re kicking the ladder out from behind them. l could go on for hours about these old fucks.

Edit: Not to mention how easy these people got jobs. I was talking to an older faculty member in my grad program and he mentioned that he was hired ABD to a tenure track job at an R1 Big Ten university back in the late 70s. Same guy couldn’t grasp why we would get pissed that his seminars went 30-45 minutes over schedule every week.