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The last time we went to eat hot pot, it was chaos. We waited two hours for the restaurant to clear a table for six people, and then walked out of the restaurant reeking of smoke and evaporated broth. We had to flag a waiter down for more boiling water for our soup, and practically had to beg for seasoning recommendations.
Mark your calendars for Wednesday, September 19th from 7–9 p.m: Street is throwing a launch party at the ICA to celebrate the launch of the Entertainment Guide, which is our special issue filled with fresh, curated recommendations for Philly’s best things to do like concert spots, art galleries, live theater, and so much more.
Get ready for the most ambitious crossover event in history—&pizza and Street are throwing a back-to-school pizza party. For every purchase of a pie - whether you decide to enjoy truffley Moonstruck pie or order a custom pie to your liking - you'll get a free fountain drink, such as Mango Passion Fruit or Cereal Milk Cream Soda, a collaboration with Milk Bar. Oh, and Street will be there with copies of old issues for your viewing pleasure.
Lululemon will open a "seasonal” store at 37th and Walnut Street in August of 2018. The storefront was previously occupied by Raxx Vintage West, which closed its pop up store in May. While this new storefront is listed as "seasonal" on the website, it is unclear how long it will be open: reps from Lululemon did not respond to an immediate request for comment.
Raxx Vintage West, at 37th and Walnut Street, will close on May 31. The store is ending its tenure on Penn’s campus after it opened in August of 2017.
Even at 8 p.m. on a Wednesday, Rittenhouse is tense. Outside, street lights buzz and Ubers blink as we rush out of our car and barrel into the restaurant.
The room—loud with music and reeking of beer—was bright enough for Holly Li (W ‘18) to realize that almost all of the mostly–white fraternity brothers had brought dates who were Asian. It was a little after midnight, and she had just arrived at the on–campus fraternity’s house after a date night. She noticed there was a similar concentration of Asian women at past fraternity functions—by her count at least a third of the dates were always Asian women. As her date left to join the crowd circling the beer pong tables, Holly sank into the upholstery of a dingy couch. One fraternity brother sat down next to her.
I like to cook when I’m stressed. Not that meal prep bullshit (do I look like Rachael Ray to you?)—I’ll spend, like, three hours stirring a pot of bolognese. I know I could be at a happy hour or working on a paper, but cooking for myself tastes better than washing down Stat homework with a bottle of Soylent.
The first thing you notice when you walk into Smoke’s Poutinerie is the red and black plaid that wallpapers the restaurant.
During one of my first mixers after joining a sorority, a very drunk (and very predatory) frat boy called me a lesbian and tried to throw me out of the house after I pulled him off of my sorority sister. Another time, I was blatantly rejected from a party while they let in my friend. Both garishly dressed like provocative leprechauns for Saint Patrick’s day, the two of us only had one noticeable difference, that being our race—she is white, I am Asian. And that’s just the tip of the goddamn iceberg.
At 3 AM this morning, I held one of my best friends in my arms while he sobbed, cradling his face in his hands. “I love this country so much. This is not what we deserve.” Then he looked straight at me: “As a white male, I am so sorry.”