4.0

I miss The Khyber. It had the distinction of being the only real concert venue (sorry, Ox kids) in the city where beers cost more than shows. And they were good. The beers, that is. The shows, meh. But for $5 it's hard not to be entertained by someone embarrassing themselves in front of tens of people.

In its new life (and original name) as...

2.5

The Farmers' Cabinet is the newest restaurant from Matt Scheller and Colleen and Matt Swartz that is likely to fail. I don't actually want it to fail, but what I want and reality don't always line up as Angelina Jolie can attest to. Considering the trio just closed two of their other restaurants,...

6.0

Nobility, like dinosaurs, never existed. Rumors in books from antiquity tell of its history, but much like bones in the ground or the question “do you think she's pretty?,” they are tests from god of your devotion. Why god displays the same psychotic insecurities as your college girlfriend, I don't know. Maybe the Gloria Steinem was right and God is a bitch.

The tarnished walls of Noble on Sansom have had an equally...

8.0

One year ago, Laurence and I came up with the worst idea we've ever had: to find the best burger in Philadelphia. Twelve months and 12 pounds later, we decided to revisit the first restaurant we reviewed, Butcher & Singer, to see how the restaurant (and our tastes) held up.

Our return to Butcher & Singer was filled with the same mistakes as our first foray: the burger wasn't on the menu, we ate too many dinner rolls, drank too many overpriced cocktails (get the...

7.0

The White Dog Cafe is on the only original block left in University City. The plan to destroy the area and rebuild it as a freshman friendly shopping zone was conceived by the University of Pennsylvania as part of it's “good neighbor” program in which the university destroyed the lives of it's neighbors. It was a little bit deceitful because the program had a founding statement that was infrequently cited: “the only good neighbor is a dead neighbor.” For the most part Penn won and destroyed the area, only to refashion it as something trite and that made...
9.0

Our former reader (yes, we had one) John e-mailed me saying Rembrandt's in Fairmount, one of the first places we reviewed, no longer had the delightfully bigoted Paesano Burger. After send this e-mail we never heard from him again, either because he was pulled into the deep blue nether by the twisting arms of Great Cthulhu or because he got mad that...

5.5

It was one of those winter nights on the edge of freezing but still warm enough for rain. Kyle and I had just unloaded the shipment from the New York gangs and were counting out our earnings. Kyle's a good partner for this kind of work. He trusts no one and can smell a rat from a mile off. No one ever stiffs him. They know he handles the cash and I handle the artillery. They also know I shoot first and ask questions later.

It was a pretty good take that night. Enough that an honest man could have lived off it for a year. But we're not honest men and...

5.5

A few weeks ago, our reader (yes, we have one) John asked why we had yet to review one of the most popular burgers in the city, the Good Dog burger. "The burger at Good Dog is my personal favorite," he wrote. "It's topped with caramelized onions and stuffed with Roquefort cheese. Stuffed. Roquefort." Shortly after, he descended into a gibbering madness, as befalls many who sit in quiet contemplation of stinky blue cheese. But it was a good question, and one deserving of an answer....

6.0

Growing up, South Street between 2nd and 6th defined Philadelphia for me, and in a way it still does. In the '90s, South Street was Zipperhead, Spaceboy Records, used book stores and Lorenzo's, and with 50 percent of the population wearing Crass T-shirts, I thought Philly was cool and artsy. Today, South Street is Dr. Denim, Fat Tuesdays, used cell phone stores and Lorenzo's, and with 50 percent of the population being assaulted by bike cops, it's a far more accurate representation of our fair city than my teenage memories.

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If you were to visit The Dandelion, Stephen Starr's new English pub at 18th and Sansom, when it were empty you would notice a terrific attention to detail and a level of decorating that doesn't make you want to vomit like the interiors of so many other Starr restaurants. It's a fun place from the boar heads to the bar, with a killer menu to boot. The problem, like other Starr restaurants I've been to, is the other patrons.

If you recall from high school science class the...