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Duh: Philly Is One Of America’s Best Beer Towns
Via CBS Philly comes news that CNN Travel has named Philadelphia to its list of eight best "beer cities" in the country. Which, duh, right?
"Philadelphia is a beer explorer's must-see town, despite state controls that regulate purchases of packaged beer," the site reports, citing Yards Philadelphia Pale Ale and Victory Hop Devil IPA as the best local brews. Additionally:
Philly Beer Week is the city's most hoppening event, but the Greater Northeast Philadelphia Beer Festival, begun in 2011, is already proving a worthy companion. One caveat to all this beer-fueled euphoria: complicated state controls regulate the purchase of packaged beer. Don't let
Spike Eskin Is a Really Nice Guy
Green Eggs Cafe Shuts Down After Being Swarmed By Giant Rats [Now With Video]
The powers of crowd-sourced journalism struck again last night when passersby on 13th Street peered into Green Eggs Cafe Midtown and witnessed a group of rats eating dinner.
I don't know about you, but that's all I needed to see. Never again, @greeneggscafe. twitter.com/ericanardello/…
— Erica Nardello (@ericanardello) May 6, 2013
@greeneggscafe Saw a bunch of rats in your front window. So disappointed. It was my fav place in the neighborhood. twitter.com/jennab22/statu… — jenna bachen (@jennab22) May 6, 2013
Green Eggs, Eater Philly reports, has blamed the problem on a broken sewage pipe and is closing indefinitely to fix the problem. Looks like Rittenhouse's
Tweeting Astronaut Has Another Stunning Philly Photo
Welcome back, O Canadian astronaut Chis Hatfield, who spends an inordinate amount of time tweeting pictures of stuff from space. Last time he plopped one of these in our laps, it was nighttime and he was in the mood for a cheesesteak.
Philadelphia in exquisite detail. Counting the bridges from space. twitter.com/Cmdr_Hadfield/…— Chris Hadfield (@Cmdr_Hadfield) May 2, 2013
Philadelphia Has a Big Rat Problem
7 Ways You Can Be the Best Broad Street Run Spectator Ever
I don't have much interest in running the Broad Street Run. Maybe this makes me a bad Philadelphia runner. I hit the pavement four or five times a week, but I just don't like racing that much. I remember my career as a mildly successful high school runner fondly, though, and I know how important those cheers can be. Even the sight of a lone spectator on the course just watching was a pick-me-up. I can't be the only vain one who picked up the pace just to not look bad, even in front of a stranger. That's why, every first Sunday in May since I moved downtown, I've hoofed it over to Broad Street to cheer on runners.
Spectators' cheers help runners' finish the race. After the bombings at the Boston marathon, runners expressed dismay that spectators were injured. "It's such a tragedy for the people that supported us," 10-time Boston finisher Josie Magee told USA Today.
Finally, New Details on Philly Bikeshare
During a bike share forum the city hosted Tuesday night, the crowd at the Academy of Natural Sciences was fed a few precious morsels of information regarding the forthcoming program, due in late 2014.
The system, as currently constituted, would feature two zones. The first would encompass Center City, University City and the Temple University area. There, the city's Office of Transportation and Utilities (MOTU) plans to install 100-120 stations housing 1,000-1,500 bikes. Zone 2, covering most of the city's outer neighborhoods, from the stadium area up to Lehigh Avenue, would feature 150-200 stations and 500-1,000 bikes. All that, according to
WATCH: The Italians Of Philadelphia
New to Vimeo is this well-produced pitch for a new Italian Museum of Philadelphia.
Does the museum actually exist? It appears to be mostly a dream at this point. But damn if this video doesn't make you want to cook, dance, and generally live in the 1940s achieving the Italian-American Dream!
The Italians Of Philadelphia from Romeo Photo on Vimeo.
10 Signs You’ve Moved Too Many Times in Your 20s
I am writing this post while sitting on my couch, which is wedged between a bookcase and an armchair in the corner of my cluttered living room. My feet are propped up on a cardboard box, one of the many that clutter this room and block all the outlets on the walls. I am hoping I can write this post without having to play box Tetris in order to get access to electricty to power my laptop. The only sound I can hear besides the clicking of the keyboard is my cat bellowing in the basement. He's been holed up there—nestled behind the dryer—for almost 48 hours, the trauma of a 10-minute car ride across town too much for his skittish soul to bear. Later, I'll sit on the floor of the cellar and push a can of food at him, hoping to coax him out so he doesn't get desperate and pee everywhere.
The joys of moving.

















