by Ruth M. on My vaugely Arab (read: Texan) friends and I (wearing a keffiyah) rolled into Philly at 5 am the morning after the Inauguration after the kind of manic drive that only years of caffeine abuse could make possible. We had roughly an hour to "do Philly" before our flight. Armed with various web-enabled devices, we charged up the steps from Rocky, took the requisite photos, and decided to risk missing our flight for Geno's cheesesteaks. Like I said, we roll up to the window looking like out of towners. The woman eyes us both thoroughly before taking our orders. Fortuantely, they're very fast. Fortunate because there was just too much reading material to handle. Sorry your officer was shot, but is it not to tasteless to point out that the assailant was Arab? Also you can buy bumper stickers to instruct your fellow drivers and pedestrians to learn English, in English. We figured they were too bummed about watching B. Hussien Obama put in office, and they were honestly scary, so we left peacefully. It was delicious, in that the cheesewhiz was lynching my stomach soonafter. Also, the hot sauce is no joke. My friends gargaled Red Bull and cried.
by Cole Noah on I had one of my most dangerous/fun/hilarious/insane nights of my life on a Tuesday night at Marquee. I absolutely hate clubs, but I truly had a blast here. I can't rave anymore about it, or the clubs in California will be envious!
