Thoughtless for the Day

Saturday, October 30th

Guide to Philly Part II (Part the Second: Oh, the places you'll go)


rizzo2 (30k image)Those of you who plan on attending the Dave Blood memorial concerts and
spending some time in the Quaker City need to do two things. First: if you
haven't already, make sure that you read the part one of this guide.

Second: get used to hearing words like "largest", "first", "only", and
"Rizzo".

As always, links lead to pics, maps and info.

Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown

[Click here for map.]

OK, let's start with where the memorial concerts will be taking place -
The Troc (Short for Trocadero). The Troc is located in Chinatown on the
north side of Arch Street between 10th and 11th Streets (Just around the
corner from the Chinese Arch)

Directly across the street from the Troc is Joseph Poon's Asian Fusion
Restaurant
. Joe Poon is walking benevolence society (he's adopted seven
kids) who not only runs one of the city's best restaurants, but also gives
tours of Chinatown…and he taught me how to make a palm tree out of a carrot
and a pepper.

If you find yourself traveling north on 10th Street in order to get to the
Troc, keep an eye out for a church that sits on the east side of 10th
between Chestnut and Market Streets. The church sits on a spot that, during
the 18th century, was once a field. It was in that field where Ben Franklin
and his (illegitimate) son conducted their famous electrical experiment.
Franklin chose this site because he happened to own the only house nearby.
Today, I live in that house.

We are a part of a Rizzo Nation

[Click here for map.]

If you leave the Troc and walk west on Arch and the turn south on 11th and
walk for about a half of a block, you'll come to Filbert Street. OK, start
walking west on Filbert (Past the court house) until it turns into JFK Blvd
. and runs into Broad Street. Now, look up. Holy shit.

That thing that looks like a Moorish temple is, in fact, a temple - a
Masonic temple. You might think that you're alive, but - if you've never
been inside of this place - you're just a walking hunk of meat.

Well, since you can walk, walk west, across Broad Street. You'll now notice
a large, gray statue. It's called Government of the People and it's
by Jacques Lipchitz. Another of his sculptures (Prometheus Strangling
the Vulture
) rests outside of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

The late Frank Rizzo hated Government of the People, and said that
it looked like someone had dumped a load of plaster. Coincidently (or maybe
not), Rizzo's statue (sans nightstick) is located only a few yards away.
The fact that the two most famous Philadelphians are Ben Franklin and Frank
Rizzo stands as a stark testament to the city's schizophrenic nature.

If you look in the same direction that Frank's looking, you'll see City
Hall - the largest masonry building in the world. And, yes, that
includes the Great Pyramid. It's topped off by the largest statue
atop any building in the world, too. If it's raining (which it does here
three days a week) run three blocks northwest to the corner of 17th and
Arch and watch the statue of Billy Penn whiz on Broad Street.You'll be
glad you did.

If you get a chance to tour, or even just look around, City Hall, you'll be
glad you did that too. Brace yourself for some truly original architecture.
It's as if Dr. Suess and Gomez Adams had been put in charge of a public
works project and paid, upfront, with peyote. Fish heads emerge from walls
and snakes serve as door handles. And then there are the bugs

mstreet (26k image)Once you've had your fill of City Hall, walk cross 15th Street at JFK Blvd.
and you'll find yourself in Love Park (Which would explain that LOVE
statue
. By the way, Philly has more public art than any other city in the
world.). Love Park used to be famous as the best place in the world to
skateboard. Confused by young people participating in a non-violent
activity and eager to drive the X-Games out of Philly, our Mayor had the
park remolded to be much less skater friendly. This may be why our last
Mayor was known as "America's Mayor" and our current Mayor is known as
"that asshole".

Like Paris, only better

[Click here for map.]

Crane your neck around the LOVE statue and look to the northwest. No,
that's not the Champs d'Elise; it's the Ben Franklin Parkway. If you walk
northwest along it's northwestern side, you'll encounter the Free Library
of Philadelphia
at 19th and Vine.

Somewhere in the Library is a stuffed raven that was once the pet of
Charles Dickens and inspired Edgar Allen to pen his classic poem (And also
inspired Edgar Allen Twain's not-so-classic poem Flippin' the Bird).
Just around the corner from the Free Library (on 20th Street) is one of
the best book stores in the city - the Book Corner.

If you keep walking northwest along the Parkway, it won't be long before
you find yourself looking at the Thinker. Yes, THE Thinker. Not
only does Philly have the statue, we have an entire Rodin Museum. Taking
in his Gates of Hell is worth the trip alone.

Consider a trip to the Rodin Museum as a warm up for the Philadelphia
Museum of Art
, which no one should leave Philadelphia without
visiting. All I ask is that you don't run up the steps and do that gawdamn
Rocky dance. Be sure to catch the museum's amour and Duchamp collections.
Once you're done touring the museum (which should only take a few hours to
and entire day), go behind the museum where you'll see a gazebo sitting
atop a cliff. Go check out the view.


Congratulations, you may now go to Fergie's (see part one) and get drunk.

Odds and Ends

A Nightmare on 22nd Street

Something is wrong with 22nd Street. Sure My Thai and Doobie's (see part
one) are located on 22nd Street, but so is the Mutter Museum (Your one-stop
-shop for corpses and skulls is housed at 19 South 22nd Street).

Also on 22nd Street (around 22nd and Locust) is the former home of Dr.
Specter (you can still see the "S" on the garage door). Back in the
Eighties, the good doctor decided to send some human heads (No, he didn't
kill anybody. The heads were for anatomical research) through the US mail.
So Doc S. packed the heads in individual paint cans and sent them off.
Somewhere around Kansas City, one of the paint cans burst open, spilling
its grisley contents onto a Midwestern post office's floor. Busted.

And now, from the corner of 22nd and South comes the Tale of the Killer
Fence


Up the Mighty River and Down the Rushing Glen, We Dare Not Go a'
Hunting, for Fear of Little Men


While in Philly (particularly in Olde City), keep your eyes peeled for
quaint, cobblestone streets. Since I first moved to Philly, over 20 years
ago, I've always wanted to live on one of these quiet, little streets. Be
careful what you whish for…The cobblestone covers an ancient sewage system.
Trust me, you don't wanna see (or smell) my basement after a bad storm.

On one of these tiny street, I won't tell you which one - you'll have to
find it for yourself - is the ubber-creepy Mask and Wig Club.

Oh, and don't live Philly without picking up a copy of the Independent. The
Philly Independent just may be the greatest paper in the world (and only
accepts submission from teh best writers).

Well, that's it for part two. In the third, and final, installment I'll
tell you everything you need to know about University City, Fairmount Park,
and the majestic splendor that is South Street.



Rodney on 10.30.04 @ 11:42 AM EST [link]


Thursday, October 28th

Happy Halloween (Day Two)


i (1k image) Was A Teenage Psychopath

Maybe it's because "Mischief Night" is just around the corner, but last
night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I asked myself a question: "What's
the most blatantly evil thing I've ever done?"

I had a lot of incidents to choose from, most of I committed between the
ages of 13 and 19 - the "Moral Cavity Prone Years", as I like to call them.
Maybe, in Freudian terms, I hadn't yet developed my superego, or maybe -
for you fans of B.F. Skinner - it was an environmental thing (you know,
growing up in the 'burbs where no one has a moral compass), but - either
way - the teenage version of me was a pretty screwed up individual who
did a lot of terrible, terrible things.

But, without a doubt, the most blatantly evil thing that I did,
as a teenagers, was to play one of the lead roles in convincing the
"Greenball" family that they'd inherited a mansion. Yes, if ever there was
a case of the punishment being harsher than the crime; it was the
"Greenball Incident."

One Saturday night, in late April, my friend Smitty and I were sitting in
the living room of his folk's house, watching TV, when suddenly we heard
a thumping sound against the front door. We ran to the front window just
in time to see two of the Greenball (I'm still not sure what the family's
real last name was. Everybody and I mean everybody in town
called them the "Greenballs". ) kids disappear into their backyard. The
thumping sound, we soon discovered, had been caused by an egg hitting the
door.

After Smitty and I cleaned up the mess, Smitty went to the kitchen, reached
into the knife drawer, produced what appeared to be a small machete, and
announced in a very matter-of-fact that the time hade come to Tate-Labianca
the Greenballs. This marked the third time that year that Smitty's house
had been egged.

It was hard to argue with Smitty's point (and not just because he was
holding a rather large butcher knife. Truth be told, I had it with the
Greenballs, too. Just a week before, I'd accidentally kicked a soccer ball
into the Greenball's yard. Mrs. Greenball ran out of the house, scooped up
the soccer and vanished back inside - but not before shouting "Goddamn
kids, you're not getting this back!" That autumn, Mr. Greenball ripped down
all of our posters for Smitty's backyard carnival to benefit MS (It seemed
that Mr. Greenball became angry when he learned that MS did not stand for
Multiple Sclerosis, but Mark Smith - AKA Smitty ) So, you see, hacking them
to death really didn't seem like that radical of a solution at the time.

Now, the only reason that I'm not telling this story from a prison
cell is because, at the time, I was reading a book about the CIA's psy-ops
division. It took a few minutes, but I managed to convince Smitty of the
merits that a psychological attack would have over a physical
attack.

Eventually Smitty concurred, adding "and it'll save of a lot of fucking
around in court." So we set to work (with the help of a bong and Led
Zeppelin III) on hatching a plan. It took us the rest of the weekend, but
eventually we hit upon something that we hoped would work.

On Monday afternoon, we called Mrs. Greenball from the payphone in our High
School. Since I ran the risk of bursting out laughing, Smitty had the honor
of actually speaking to the hyper housewife.

Smitty performed flawlessly. He managed to convince Mrs. Greenball that a
distant (and completely imaginary) Aunt of hers who lived the Allentown
area had passed away and that he was an estate lawyer who was in charge of
executing her will.

I swear to Hubbard that Mrs. Greenball told Smitty the she remembered
visiting the old lady, who had only ever existed in Smitty's and my
imaginations, when she was a girl. That's when Smitty, as he later told me,
knew that no matter how thickly he poured it on, Mrs. Greenball was gonna
buy it.

"I can only hope," Smitty deadpanned into the receiver, "that you grief
will be somewhat tempered by the knowledge that she must've thought highly
of you because she left you her house."

"A house!"

"Yes, it's a rather large property - I really don't like to use words like
mansion…but I guess that you could certainly call it one."

Like an expert bass fisherman, Smitty continued to reel Mrs. Greenball in.
He promised to mail her directions to the house (er, mansion) and gave her
his word that he would meet her, her husband, and their four children there
on Saturday afternoon. After he hung up, Smitty and I raced off to the
school's newspaper office to compose the letter and fake the Allentown
cancellation on the envelope. On Tuesday morning we slipped the letter into
Greenball's mailbox.

On Wednesday, Mrs. Greenball loudly informed all of the customers in
Smitty's family's store that she had inherited a mansion. "Did anybody hear
anything about the Greenball's inheriting a mansion?" Mrs. Smith asked that
night at dinner, causing her eldest son to nearly choke to death.

I stayed over at Smitty's house that Friday night. On Saturday we awoke in
to watch the delighted Greenballs load their four kids (all singing "We've
got a mansion, we've got a mansion.") into their station wagon and embark
on the three hour trip to a fictitious address in Allentown. It was about
10 o'clock in the morning.

Around 9 pm, Smitty and I watched the Greenballs station wagon crawl into
their driveway. They must've driven around the Allentown area for quite
some time. Although the Greenballs were never the smartest of people, they
were smart enough to realize that they had been the butt of terrible joke.

As they exited the car, the Greenball's only daughter (an unwashed, surly
girl in early adolescence) said something that we couldn't hear, but which
caused her mother to slap her.

Although the Greenballs probably never definitely figured out who was
behind the hoax, it's telling that Smitty's house was never egged again.

boo (24k image)


Earlier today, I stopped by Select Smart to see which presidential
candidate would be best for me. Here are the results:


1. Cobb, David - Green Party (94%)
2. Nader, Ralph - Independent (90%)
3. Brown, Walt - Socialist Party (84%)
4. Kerry, Senator John, MA - Democrat (66%)
5. Badnarik, Michael - Libertarian (33%)
6. Peroutka, Michael - Constitution Party (20%)
7. Bush, President George W. - Republican (10%)


The ancient Greek word of the day is:
prwktoj - anus

If the above word looks like ippojshit to you,
then you need to go here
and download the SPIONIC font for either MAC or PC. Dude.




Rodney on 10.28.04 @ 04:01 PM EST [link]


Wednesday, October 27th

Happy Halloween (Day One)


h (1k image)alloween begins today! Well, technically, Halloween began last night when
the local Fox affiliate filmed a fair and balanced Halloween segment
featuring Paul Kircher, my nephew, members of the Philadelphia Alliance
of Critical Thinkers (PhACT), Wayne the groundskeeper (and he would've
gotten away with it too - if it weren't for those meddling kids.) and me.

The piece was about our adventures at Fort Mifflin (Which I'm sure that
regular readers are getting sick of hearing about) and will air, here in
Philly, on Friday morning (I'll let you know as soon as I have all the
details) on FOX 29. Those of you who haven't seen me in the last decade or
so will no doubt be shocked by my resemblance to Sebastian Cabot ("Mr.
French" from TV's Family Affair).

cabot (10k image)

I'm presently trying to plan my Halloween celebration. So far, all I have
is:

Friday Night - See Live Not On Evil at the Pontiac

Saturday Afternoon - Attend the Rosenbach Museum's Dracula Parade

And that's it. That's all I've got. If anybody knows of anything else going
on here in Philly (I've stopped attending Dracula's Ball and, since I don't
have a car, I won't be going out to Laurel Hill for their annual tours,
either *sniff; sob*), please let me know.

Sadly, that's also all I have for today's Thoughtless. Sorry, but I owe
several publicans articles and I'm up to my ass in Milkmen stuff, so back
to work.

Enjoy tonight's eclipse.



Rodney on 10.27.04 @ 12:45 PM EST [link]


Tuesday, October 26th

Why I'm Voting Cobb/LaMarche, and Why You Should, Too.


cobb (60k image)One week from today, I'll step inside the voting booth and pull the lever
for the Cobb/LaMarche ticket.

Sure, I hate George W. Bush just as much as any other biped with an IQ
over 75 and I would love to see all of the inbred hillbillies, reactionary
zealots, and corporate whores who worship him get the smug looks erased
from their clueless faces when he loses *, but I'm not willing to waste a
vote on John Kerry to accomplish that.

In fact, the only thing that sickens me more than Bush's supporters
are Kerry's. Ever ask a Kerry supporter why he or she is voting for the
New England Frankenstein? The first answer they'll give you is always "I'm
against the war." When you remind them that Kerry not only voted for
the war, but also stated that he would've also invaded Iraq even if
he'd know there were no Weapons of Mass Destruction
they begin to weep
like the nine-year-old girls they truly are.

Every-now-and-then, a Kerry supporter will skip over that whole messy war
issue and say something like "John Kerry will bring jobs, for working
people back to America." Really? John "NAFTA" Kerry? Guess again,
gas-huffing Demotards.

'Bush's position on same-sex marriage…" Is pretty much the same as John
Kerry's. After all, hasn't John Kerry stated that he believes marriage is
only between a man and a woman? Although he does concede that Vice
President and Mrs. Cheney love their clam-slurping daughter.

PATRIOT Act? Kerry voted for it because he is a stupid, stupid, man.

The truth is that people are voting for John Kerry because he's not
George Bush
(he just votes like him). And that's not a valid
reason to vote for someone.

That said; here's why I'm voting for David Cobb:

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb has proposed a plan for publicly funded,
universal health care insurance. America's citizens spend more on health
care, per capita, than any country in the world. And where is our health
care system ranked in comparison with the rest of the world? 37th. If you
believe that every American has a right to health care, then you should
vote for David Cobb.

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb plans to repeal the PATRIOT Act. If you
disapprove of this piece of legislation that allows the government to
label peaceful protestors as "terrorists", then you should vote for David
Cobb.

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb plans to raise the minimum wage to $10.00
an hour - a Living Wage. If you believe that workers shouldn't be
exploited for starvation wages, then you should vote for David Cobb.

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb sees Energy as a national security issue
and will work towards the development of locally-generated, clean,
renewable energy. If you're not a total fucktard, then you should vote for
David Cobb.

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb supports the freedom to marry, and all
the rights, benefits, and responsibilities thereof, without discrimination
based on sex, gender, or sexual orientation. If you're not a right-wing,
intolerant, Bible-thumping moron, then you should vote for David Cobb.

Unlike Bush or Kerry, David Cobb wants to replace NAFTA, CAFTA, and the WTO
with a system that encourages local development as much as possible,
upholds environmental and labor standards and ends poverty. If you were
never a member of Skull and Bones, then you should vote for David Cobb.

Look, if you're still not sold on the Cobb/LaMarche ticket, or if you live
in one of the states where they're not on the ballot, I would like you to
at least consider voting for members of the Green Party who are running
for state and local offices.

* And he really deserves to lose. If not for the poorly planned invasion
of Iraq, or the colossal national debt, or the over 1,000,000 manufacturing
jobs that have gone overseas, then for this bullshit.



Rodney on 10.26.04 @ 11:39 AM EST [link]


Monday, October 25th

Nader Turns Dems Into Party of Nine-Year-Old Girls


debate (11k image)OK, by now you've probably heard that Ralph Nader is off the ballot here
in PA. But what you probably haven't heard about is the way that
he's been taken off the ballot - with tape.

Nader's name on the ballots used in voting machines has been covered up
with a piece of white tape - well, pieces of white tape, actually.
You see, the Democrats were claiming that Nader's name was still visible
under one piece of tape, so a second piece had to be added to all of the
ballots. Don't these people have anything better to do with their time?
I mean other than organize rallies featuring such political powerhouses
as Patti Labelle and John Bon Jovi?


Nader, meanwhile, is selling a $20 DVD on his website of him engaging in
a "virtual" debate with Bush and Kerry:

"Using the actual questions from the Presidential debates, Ralph
discusses his plans for pulling our troops out of Iraq, solutions for
the energy crisis, helping the environment, using tax dollars sensibly,
and giving all Americans a living wage.

This DVD is a great way to introduce young people to real political
issues."


The really odd thing about this is its strange similarity to the way that
the 1st District Congressional debate that I moderated on Saturday was
conducted.

Since both Bob Brady and Deborah Williams refused to debate Chris Randolph,
Chris printed out all three of their answers to The National Political
Awareness Test (NPAT) from vote-smart.org. I then took those answers and
cut them up and pasted them on index cards for our Brady and Williams
stand-ins. Sure, it doesn't sound like a lot of work, but it took me four
hours.

The stand-ins were fantastic, by the way. The young man who filled in for
Bob Brady managed to convey the Congressman's sense of authority and
leadership, all while wearing a fake pig's snout. The young lady who
portrayed Deborah Williams was also great, and she managed to make
wonderful use of a "Talking George Bush" doll (Which, interestingly,
has two settings - "humorous" and "inspirational") to fill in the answers
that Ms. Williams had failed to provide on the questionnaire.

Attendance was pretty light (less than a dozen people), but I still feel
great about the whole thing because for many years now, it has possible
for a candidate for public office to completely avoid debating his or
her rivals by simply refusing to engage with them in Public Discourse. We
found a way to deal with that problem.


Halloween DVD rental alert!

Close Your Eyes is a surprisingly affective little horror movie /
thriller that could've actually made some money at the box office had it
been marketed correctly (I hope that the Exec who made the brilliant
decision to originally release this film under the gawdawful title of
Doctor Sleep has been publicly flogged and exiled to the Orkney
Islands.).

As for the plot, well, all you need to know is: Hypnotist, child murders,
and occult.

666 stars. Rent or die!


The ancient Greek word of the day is:
shma - mound, tomb

If the above word looks like ippojshit to you,
then you need to go here
and download the SPIONIC font for either MAC or PC. Dude.




Rodney on 10.25.04 @ 04:17 PM EST [link]


Sunday, October 24th

Guide to Philly (Part The First: Food and Drink)


Many of you are planning on visiting Philly for the Dave Blood Memorial
Concerts on November 21st and 22nd. The help you better enjoy (survive)
your stay in the Greatest City in the World; I'll be posting a guide to
the Quaker City once a week between now and "Bloodfest '04".

The first thing that you need to know about Philadelphia is that it's an
incredibly easy city to navigate your way around; this because the city
(unlike London, for example) is laid on a grid. The larger streets which
run north and south are numbered - with three notable exceptions. There is
no "First Street". We do, however, have a "Front Street". And there's no
"Fourteenth Street" - that's "Juniper". Finally, the main north/south
street is called "Broad Street" - City Hall is located at the point where
Broad and Market streets intersect. If you can understand the following
map, you can get around Philly:

map1 (40k image)

The second thing that you need to know about Philly is that, as long as
you use a little common sense, your chances of getting your ass kicked are
a lot smaller than in Detroit or East St. Louis, for example. Olde City,
Center City, Washington West, "The Gayborhood", The Italian Market, and
University City are all relatively safe places to visit. I'll be sure to
point out any "Danger Spots" that lay near any of the places that I'll
be recommending you visit.

By the way, clicking on the links below will bring up pictures and (in
most cases) maps to recommended spots.

So, at the risk of sounding like Ben Schumin taking you on a photo tour
of Walmart
, let's get started.


Food

olben (20k image)The odds are pretty good that, at some point during your stay, your body
will require some form of nourishment. While Philadelphia is known around
the world as the place to go for Cheesestakes, I recommend that you avoid
them. Why? Well, because you'll either end up standing in line for two
hours at Jim's (4th and South Streets), or you'll journey deep into South
Philly to either Pat's or Gino's (East Passyunk Ave.) where you will
get your ass kicked
for not following the ordering instructions.

Instead, go to the Reading Terminal Market located at 12th and Arch
Streets. This place was once a huge train depot, today it's a wonderfully
obscene collection of restaurants, bakeries (Be sure to my as many pies
as you can afford from the Amish), book stores, flower shops, and other
assorted dens of Capitalist excess.

Vegetarians (like me) will want to seek out the Whole Foods Market at 10th
and South Streets [That's not a picture of the market. That, gentle
readers, is teh worst dog blind date EVAR. It just happened to be
taking place outside of Whole Foods]. Sure, the smelly Hippy content of
the place is pretty high (along with the prices), but the food rules and
they offer free samples.

I don't know if you people eat breakfast, but if you do, you'll want to
make a trip to the "Gayborhood" to grab some starter fuel from Metropolitan
Bakery
on Pine Street between 11th and 12th.

To me, at least, you people look like you're in search of killer Indian
food at a cheap price. If I'm right, and I always am, then you need to get
your asses on over to Samosa at some point during your stay in Philly.
Samosa, which is between 12th and 13th Streets on Walnut, has an $8.88 all
you can eat buffet and a men's room that contains some of the city's most
inspirational graffiti.

Those of you with some cash in your pockets (Which, thanks to the
President's well thought out tax cuts, is all of us) will want to pay a
visit to the Genji Sushi Bar (1720 Sansom St) for what may just be the
best Gawdamn night of your life. Genji serves hot sake and, from a
friend-of-a-friend, comes word that it rivals the sushi bars in Japan.

All of the above are great places to eat, but for my money, the best
restaurant in the city is My Thai, which is located on the corner of 22nd
and South Streets. I highly recommend the Gang Ped. My Thai serves wine,
but skip that and order a Thai Iced Tea instead. Trust me on this one.
Danger Zone Alert: DO NOT wander south of South Street while
visiting My Thai. Your best approach (rather coming from the east or west)
is to take Spruce Street to 22nd and then head south for three blocks.

Avoid at all costs The Hard Rock Café located at 12th and Market.
If you folks wanna pay $12 to eat a hamburger while staring at David Lee
Roth's jock strap, be my guests. My first official duty, after I'm elected
Mayor, will be to have that ugly giant guitar removed!

Liquid Sin

Anyone who knows me can tell you that my drug of choice is Caffeine. And,
as far as I'm concerned, the best place in Philly to score is Stellar
Coffee
on the corner of 11th and Spruce Streets (just a little of a block
away from my house). I spend most of my life here.

If you're looking for a bar, then you're looking for Fergie's on Sansom
Street between 12th and 13th Streets. Fergie is Philly's unofficial Mayor
and one of the nicest people on Earth. The jukebox in Fergie's has a great
selection and there's not a TV to be found in the joint, so you'll never
have to worry about trying to speak up over a football game. Fergie's has
a tendency to get packed, so do your drinking early. They also feature
some truly great pub food. Danger Zone Alert: This neighborhood,
despite recent upscale additions, can get a little dicey late at night.
Consider yourself warned.

Another great jukebox and lots o' brew can be found at Doobie's, which is
just north of My Thai on the corner of 22nd and Lombard Street.

If you plan on picking up a few sixes of take-out beer to bring back to
your hotel room, you MUST proceed with great haste to the Foodery on the
corner of 10th and Pine Streets. At last count, they featured of 100
different kinds of beer. They also sell Woodchuck cider which, I guarantee,
will mess you up in the severest of fashions.

Well, that's it for food and drink (Unless more bars and restaurants come up
in the following installments). Next week I'll show you some weird crap.
Most of which can't be found in the average guidebook.



Rodney on 10.24.04 @ 11:01 PM EST [link]




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