My rigorous morning of coffee, news, and Jerry Springer motivated me to get my ass out of the house. I decided that I would go to the Auto Show at the Convention Center. Trying to find cheap parking in Philly is like trying to find a left turn lane in New Jersey. The passenger in the car always yells, "look for the jughandle." Good thing there is a bar on Route 73 called The Jughandle. Anyway, the Auto Show was fun. After gazing at a $233,000 Bentley, it was time for a beer.

We drove a short distance to The Cherry Street Tavern, which is on (you guessed it) Cherry Street. I ordered a Guinness and Colleen, our bartender, served it with a smile. After pissing out a pint of motor oil, I soon switched to Bass Ale. At the Cherry Street the restrooms are just a few steps away. That aspect is high on the list for me.

Did I mention that my son and my Son-in-la...uummm.... my soon to be son-in.....my daughters fian.....uummm...Vince tagged along for the evening. Go figure, I said I was buying. My wife works about a block away from the bar, so I called her. She came in and had a Budwieser, got some beer muscles, and started talking shit about some candles she bought at the Dollar Store. That's when we left.

Did we go home? If home is called The Bishop's Collar, then yes we went home. The name bishop's collar comes from the white ring of foam around the top of a pint of Guinness... just a little trivia.

Before entering the bar, we had to find parking once again. Now, I was a truck driver for 30 years and damn it if I didn't sit in the backseat of my son's truck and watch him put the ass end up on the curb 2 feet from someone's historic house on 24th street. I thought I taught him better than that. I need more than a beer now.

The Bishop's Collar was a nice enough place. I continued with the Bass Ale. Jeanne, our bartender, served up some great sandwiches.

I was told I had to have a catchy ending for this story. Here's my catchy ending---- I spent more on food, beer, and parking today than my first mortgage payment in 1969. Good thing my wife has a job.

Summary

The Cherry Street Tavern - Great Place

The Bishop's Collar - Great Place