Well, this is it. We've come to the end. I'm going to try and save most of my feelings for a separate, reflection post (because god knows I love ruminating on my feelings) and try and stick to the standards here, but this was a momentous occasion. 4 years and 96 restaurants later, what started out as a somewhat silly idea turned into something that will define my years spent in Philadelphia. Anyways, before this devolves too far, let me get to the reviews...
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Sandya and I chose Paddy Whacks as one of our final stops because it is a large bar with a lot of room for people to come and celebrate with us. This was immediately evident when I walked in, as the downstairs was spacious with many booths and tables. Sandya had grabbed a booth and adjoining table in the far left corner downstairs, so we were set for space. We settled in, and people slowly started trickling in. There was a solid beer selection - nothing too fancy, but lots of local brews to choose from, which I have noticed is a theme for this section of South Street. And to follow our rule of eating something at every stop, we ordered an appetizer platter with onion rings, chicken fingers, wings, mozzarella sticks, and potato skins. Overall I thought it was a solid selection of finger food. Nothing was overly greasy or fried to the point that it made your stomach churn. Definitely a good selection of appetizers if you're craving that kind of food.
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| fried goodness |
As more and more people stopped by, I felt like the service was still very good and the waitstaff were friendly. There was some kind of holiday party going on adjacent to us, but it didn't really interfere with the celebrations (re: very spacious). And the best part? I ordered a Troegs Mad Elf (a local legend that is 11%) served in a pint glass. This is not a normal occurrence, and we're still not really sure why they served it to us in a pint glass, but I'll chalk it up to the South Street gods. Needless to say, things were getting very silly. At some point I took a shot of tequila. We had wanted to head next door at 11 pm, but we were having such a great time that I don't think we left until around midnight. Which means the night was already a success, and I want to thank everyone that made it out to celebrate with us.
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| deep in conversation |
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And then, in a drunken haze, we made our way next door. A special thanks to Erin, Chris, Shaun, and Mike, who all made it to the bitter end with us. And an even bigger thanks to South Street Diner, whose greasy diner food saved me from a terrible hangover the next day. We (or at least I) stumbled into the diner, hungry (and under the influence, obviously). Luckily it wasn't too busy, and we were seated and taken care of in a very efficient manner. I ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream, and an omelette with home fries and toast. Everything hit the spot and tasted great. I can't say how much this would change if I were sober, but it's hard to fuck up diner food. Even terrible diner food is still good, because you're eating it at a diner. And this was an all-night diner to boot (the sign said triple X but they were talkin' 'bout root beer...). And what better way to end our adventure than a place with South Street in the name. So I can't think of a better way to end our blog, eating greasy diner food with friends after a night of celebrating with so many of the people I've come to know and love in Philadelphia.
Paddy Whacks
150 South Street
Philadelphia, PA
(215) 464-7544
South Street Diner
140 South Street
Philadelphia, PA
(215) 627-5258
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