In an effort to combat mediocre mixing around campus, Street catches up with Abbie Feinberg: alcohol connoisseur and mixologist extraordinaire.
Street: Why did you decide to learn how to bartend?
Abbie Feinberg: At parties I wasn't usually the social butterfly, but I liked being behind the scene, like the hostess or the chef.
First thing's first: XIX just oozes class. From the low lighting to the $1,500 imported chairs to the sweeping view of Philadelphia's skyline, XIX is trying to make a reputation as the city's swankiest new downtown restaurant.
* 2 parts Southern
* 1 part Amaretto
* 1 part Sloe gin
* Orange juice to taste
Forget the Middle Eastern mammer-jammer, that falafel shit's bammer, exam crammer or office hours scammer, sit yourself down to an Alabama Slammer.
Who should drink it: Cell Block D, Prisoner #3704
Who shouldn't drink it: Pinko yuppie Yankee carpetbaggers
Where you should drink it: Monster truck rallies, Nascar races or other shows of completely platonic male bonding
Where you shouldn't drink it: In the correctional facilities of our fine Dixie states.
Let's be real, it's pretty hard to get real Cuban food in this town. However, nestled in the heart of North Philadelphia, Tierra Colombiana dishes out authentic Cuban food like none other.
Simply put, Tierra Colombiana is all about Latino comfort food.
If you're walking down Locust Walk anytime within the next two months, keep an eye out for what our Lady Quakers are wearing.
Almost every other girl, no matter how garishly thin, is sporting a pair of tights.
Standing outside of most restaurants in Chinatown can be a tad disconcerting, and Szechuan Tasty House is no exception.
With its year-round Christmas lights flashing red and green, the Tasty House makes its presence known among its more drab neighbors, like Philadelphia Eddie's Chinatown Tattoo.
At first glance, nothing seems to be appealing about the new horror film Slither. In typical horror movie fashion, giant red slugs chase hapless South Carolina bumpkins up and down farm houses, through bathtubs, and other charming facets of small-town America.
Love it or hate it, modern art stands boldly on the art scene, both in general and at Penn. In a city dominated by the Philadelphia Museum of Art, modern art must eke out its own existence from in between the likes of Cezanne and Winslow Homer.