The word 'beautiful' is on everyone's lips at Vesuvio. But owner Michael Anthony D'Adessi's phrase "It's a beautiful thing" couldn't be overused - it's the best way to describe this elegant, but relaxed, family owned Italian restaurant.
Against an afternoon canvas of a gray sky, each store in the strip at 47th and Spruce streets bleeds into the next -- College Laundromat into Productos mexicanos y sudamericanos into Fast Printing into Penn Pizza and Restaurant.
It's around three o'clock Monday afternoon in the Palladium. It's dark, with light coming in through the half-open curtains, illuminating the dust that comes off of every crevice of the old, wooden interior.
The dining room is closed and of the six bar stools, four are vacant, as are two of the three couches, but the conversation rages on.
It got so that he could finish a bottle of vodka on his own.
His addiction, though, seemed more like a mixed drink than a straight shot: multiple blackouts, messy breakups, angry bosses calling home.
No bars here, just basements, buddies and booze.
My alarm goes off at 5:25 a.m. on a Wednesday morning. I don't have classes on Wednesdays, and, unless my housemates are having a fire drill, there is absolutely no reason why I, your average second semester College senior, should be up this early.
It all began as a naive attempt to unveil the Penn experience from within. Five
editors and a lone photographer immersed themselves in a bar crawl along the
edges of campus--observing, writing, drinking, observing, drinking, writing,
drinking and drinking--with the belief that when morning came around their
notes would be insightful, if decipherable.
There are numerous customs a Penn student may exploit in order to finagle a good grade. If you're into the Zach Morris modus operandi, for instance, you'll get your closest Screech-like friend to hack into the elusive Penn InTouch interior and click your B to an A.
Philadelphia Park Race Track
By Robin Friedlander
It's still dark at Philadelphia Park Race Track and in each of the 25 barns on the backside of the track, Mexican barn hands are muttering in Spanish as they muck stalls and fill water buckets.