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He came. He fought. She conquered. So went the battle of the lightsabers (read: battery powered candle stand-ins on the tables) between the intoxicated woman two tables over and the man beside her at Old City's newest culinary addition, Patou.
Kelicia "Kandi" Pitts, the restaurant's hostess, explained that Patou was so named because chef/owner Patrice Rames' grandmother used to call him that while educating her petit grandson in the ways of the kitchen.
Ms. Tootsie's Soul Food Caf‚ is named after Tootsie Rolls. No, seriously. When Keven Parker opened two soul food meccas four years ago -- Caf‚ 3801 at 3801 Market Street and Ms. Tootsie's Soul Food Caf‚ on 13th and South streets -- he named Ms. Tootsie's after his mother's favorite candy.
They say that in this postmodern world we live in, confusion reigns supreme. Social norms that once dictated the kind of people we should be have been replaced by a barrage of imagery that scatters and distorts our expectations.
I knew that when I moved to Philadelphia I would be in for some shock. I am from California, where people are tan and happy and frolic through fields of avocados, caressing their long blonde tresses in the Standing Palm Tree Gardens of Babylon.
Well I don't know if I can do lunch, I really have to get to the gym," (High-pitched pleased-with-self chuckle) "No thank you, but I really don't look cute, I'm all sweaty and gross from the gym," "Nah dude, don't have time for beer pong tourney tonight, I gotta lift before I finish this finance bullshit." Thanks be to god they shelled out the money to revamp Gimble Gymnasium into a state-of the-art fitness facility.
Personally, I can't think of a better place to be than the David Pottruck Health and Fitness Center.