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(10/11/24 4:00am)
Philadelphia chefs aren’t just serving up some of the city’s most delectable dishes, they’re doing it in style—tattooed style, that is. The Bear, a recent hit dramedy about the inner workings of a Chicago kitchen, reinforced the brooding “tattooed chef” archetype that populates kitchens. Traditional flash designs of chef’s knives, the deconstructed anatomy of a pig, and sensual prints of pin–up girls smatter the bodies of chefs in The Bear. Beyond the silver screen, however, tattoo culture permeates kitchens of all cuisines and in all cities. While tattoos aren’t always associated with an elaborate backstory and meaning for those who choose to commit to the long–term holy matrimony of skin and ink, they are, in a way, the physical badges collected by chefs throughout their time in the culinary industry.
(09/27/24 4:00am)
What do Megan Thee Stallion and Britney Spears have in common? If you answered with a live ball python scarf, you’d be correct. When the biggest names in music gathered at UBS Arena in Elmont, New York for the 40th MTV Video Music Awards, it wasn’t just about who would take home a Moonman. Although Taylor Swift, Post Malone, and Sabrina Carpenter might have clinched the triple crown (the Video, Artist, and Song of the Year awards), it was the red carpet that captured the interest of viewers nationwide. There, the only rule is that there are none. Whether it’s messy references, gaudy glamor, or performance art, the VMA runway truly embraces an “anything goes” approach to an award show.
(09/27/24 4:00am)
On Sept. 11, crowds swarmed to the SummerStage in Central Park to watch beabadoobee perform her “This Is How Tomorrow Moves” tour. Fans entered the pit area expecting a night they would never remember, eagerly waiting to sing along to “Death Bed (coffee for your head)” and “the perfect pair.” Fans also bridled with excitement to hear tracks from her headlining album This Is How Tomorrow Moves, an indie rock/pop project featuring co–founder of Def Jam Records and Grammy–award winning producer Rick Rubin. As fans began to settle in and beabadoobee hit the stage, however, the atmosphere quickly became negative.
(11/05/24 4:04pm)
I’m a born food lover. My most cherished memories revolve around the kitchen: sweating over sauce pots in my grandparents’ kitchen and watching my father crack oysters over a sink. Flakey, briny fish and raisins at Christmas, savory yi mein at birthdays. But for all my ardor for food, I’m a tragic cook.
(10/07/24 3:10pm)
The garage is a quintessential symbol of home–grown innovation. An extra appendage to the house, that if you simply make the inconvenient decision to park your car on the street, becomes the perfect “no–rent” storefront for young entrepreneurs. You, of course, have the classic example of Steve Jobs and Mark Wozniak, but even Barbie was a garage baby.
(09/27/24 4:00am)
For Ria Ellendula (C’ 25), every minute is a moment. From tapping her gavel at weekly Undergraduate Assembly meetings to popping and locking on stage with Penn Masti, Ria’s life is always on the go. Despite her nonstop life, she has never forgotten the passion that defines her: to make a tangible impact at Penn and beyond.
(09/30/24 5:22am)
I splatter acrylic paints on the wall of my environmental science teacher’s classroom. I infuse fluorescent yellows to render a lightbulb, add small stipples with my round brush to develop the fluffy texture of a tree, and layer shades of gray, dusk orange, and violet sky to depict the smokestacks of a power plant. My first ever mural, now a glowing display of vibrant colors and botanical imagery, proudly serves as a visual aid for renewable energy at my old high school. Though my mural project may seem small, it helped me find a second home in the “Mural Capital of the World” during an uncertain and sometimes intimidating transitory period of my life. But I couldn’t imagine a better place to start my college journey.
(10/11/24 4:00am)
If you live west of the Schuylkill River, you’ve (hopefully) heard of Abyssinia, the Ethiopian restaurant on 45th and Walnut streets. In 1983, Red Sea, named after the Indian Ocean inlet separating Eritrea from Saudi Arabia and Yemen, became the first Eri–Ethiopian restaurant to exist in Philadelphia. Twenty years later, Ethiopian immigrant Tedla Abraham took over the restaurant with his former business partner. Since renaming the restaurant and replacing the windows and floors in 1995, Abraham has been serving up farm–to–table Ethiopian dishes, paying homage to the country, people, and food that raised him.
(09/25/24 4:00am)
Welcome to another season of The Bachelorette, where race politics are served alongside champagne and Chopard engagement rings. This time, however, we’re treading on historic ground.
(09/23/24 2:00pm)
I went into Beetlejuice Beetlejuice with my expectations firmly in check. While I love the original, Tim Burton hasn’t made a film I’ve liked since the Clinton administration. Couple this streak with the fact that Burton and co. have been trying to get a Beetlejuice sequel off the ground since the late ‘80s, and this all seemed like a recipe for disaster.
(09/23/24 4:57am)
Before ASCII snowflakes cascade down the screen behind him, Porter Robinson asks his audience a few questions in Helvetica. “Do you remember skinning your knee? Do you remember being bored in the summer? Do you remember the last time your mom held you?”
(10/11/24 4:00am)
Tucked away on an unassuming corner of Sansom Street, a blinking array of fluorescent lights and a bold red backsplash beckons my friend Grace and I to the entrance of Vic Sushi Bar.
(09/20/24 4:00am)
The Emmys, barring a select few moments, were unbelievably milquetoast. The Levys were cute. Shōgun, The Bear, and Baby Reindeer won big. Only Murders got screwed in unforgivable ways. But there were a couple things that made me slightly less cynical about the whole awards show business. I’d be remiss to not point out some historic firsts, like Liza Colón–Zayas becoming the first Latina woman to win in her category (Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series). The big surprise of the night was Hacks, an actual comedy, beating out The Bear for the Outstanding Comedy Series win. And, in an upset much more personal to me (I still have not seen Hacks, I’m sorry!), Lamorne Morris took home a long–overdue Emmy. It may be for his work in Fargo, but it’s built on the back of years of giving one of the best comedic performances on TV at the time in New Girl.
(09/20/24 4:00am)
In the nursing community, the shoes a nurse wears have grown to be more defining than which outlandishly long shifts they’re scheduled to work week-to-week. Are you the Hoka–wearing, Stanley–cup–sipping bubbly day shift nurse? Or are you the baggy scrubs, Dansko–wearing, Monster drinking night shift intensive care unit nurse? Maybe you are the Clove–wearing, TikTok addicted new orientee on the med–surg floor? Nurses are constantly standing, lifting, and running throughout their shifts. They have strong opinions about safe nurse–to–patient ratios and healthcare reform, but even stronger opinions about what shoes will carry them through their shift.
(09/20/24 4:00am)
For most of us, books were an integral part of our childhoods. School days centered on powering through tortuous textbooks; Sundays were spent perusing through Reader’s Digest with grandparents; summers were spent reading and rereading Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or Little Women.
(09/20/24 4:00am)
There’s a good chance you’ve already violated the Temporary Standards and Procedures for Campus Events and Demonstrations this semester. You violated section five, clause A when you played “Von dutch” on your WONDERBOOM as you walked across Locust Walk to that 11:30 p.m. pregame; section three, clauses D, E, and G when your consulting club held an initiation event after–dark at The Button without registering with University Life Space and Events Management; section six, clause A, point two when you used spray chalk, instead of sticks, to advertise your a cappella show in front of the high rises.
(10/11/24 4:00am)
It was the kind of Friday in September that begged for a T–shirt and some friendly conversation—the perfect day to spend an hour in line at Angelo’s Pizzeria. Outside the modest South Philly storefront, the line curled around the block. Strangers, each with their own unique stories, stood side by side, united by a singular purpose: the pursuit of what’s said to be Philly's best cheesesteak. Over the course of an hour, this unlikely assembly became something more—a fleeting community defined by a rare sense of camaraderie that would dissolve as quickly as it had formed.
(10/11/24 4:00am)
Oddly placed between a bustling bar and a sweaty gym, Cavanaugh’s at Rittenhouse is pretty easy to miss, solely heralded by a modest green sign. Despite its discrete exterior, Cavanaugh’s instantly opens up into a cornucopia of TV screens and sports memorabilia, with tables jammed end to end and packed with hungry sports fans just dying to see Bryce Harper hit a home run.
(10/08/24 4:03pm)
Walking into Amy’s Pastelillos feels like walking into the entryway of owner Amaryllis—or, Amy—Rivera Nassar’s life. Potted plants sit by the door, bright pink tropical wallpaper lines the room. The windowsill is full of Puerto Rican and Latin American cookbooks. The space is small, but speaks to volumes of character—it’s littered with Drake stickers, punny mugs, and custom enamel pins proudly shouting “Pastelillo Lady.” The small entryway leads to the hearth, to Amy’s kitchen, where Amy stands to greet me next to a waving Puerto Rican flag.
(10/08/24 4:02pm)
“You know when you wake up and you’re just devastated?” Nano Wheedan, the owner of Taco Heart, asks me. The feeling is all too familiar—from accidentally sleeping in until 1 p.m. on a schoolwork–designated Sunday, to checking the weather app and seeing that it’s going to be yet another 30–degree day in the middle of February—there are too many ways that a morning can start off on the wrong foot. Like all of us, Wheedan has experienced these feelings and offers a piece of advice for morning mourners: “You need a good breakfast to keep you going.”
