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Have a mini Philadelphia Adventure:
1. Start with a $XIX Lunch at
XIX at the Park Hyatt. It cannot be beat! Ignore Governor Rendell (sitting 2 tables away) as he seems to be enjoying the food also. Ignore too, the various other local deal makers in the room (I guess you can't rightfully call them DEALERS when we elect them, eh?)
2. Stop by to smell the caramely aromas coming form the Belgian waffle place around 13th & Walnut. If you weren't so filled with banana tiramisu, pistachio-raspberry butter cream gateau, madaleins, and boat-sinkingly dense brownies from lunch, you might have bought one.
3. Test drive a scoooter at the
Vespa Store on Spring Garden street. Yeah, you're signing your life away to be able to do it, but the thrill of entering city traffic for the first time (with no experience) makes up for it.
4. Walk to Joisey on the Ben Franklin bridge. It's scary, rusty, noisy, breezy, blue & free - all at once. Try to avoid focusing on the impact a body would make if you lost sanity for 5 seconds and it hit the Delaware River after a 15o foot fall (looks more like 1500 feet) -- just try to avoid it, I dare you.
5. Rehydrate yourself at Triumph brewery on Chestnut St. (Do it, that is, if you must make the same mistake we did.) In spite of the $3 happy hour price, I can not recommend it for the untasty heffeweissen and a saison with a long-lasting bitter aftertaste. The rest rooms are Stephen Starr strange and the atmosphere is cold and uncomforting in a dungeon sort of way - but maybe you like that (?).
6. Better still, leave Triumph and cross the street to Eulogy (continuing the earlier Belgian theme). Wash down your frites with a Leffe Blond and a Rodenbach Grand Cru sour ale. PS, better frites are elsewhere, but we like the feel of this bar.
7. Head back to Market East to catch the 7:10 R8 for home. In fact, run for it after you wait patiently outside the ladies room for the light-of-your-life, who has slyly ditched you to go down to the platform. Hey, it all works out in the end.