(above: bryne’s tavern)
Jump on the Girard Trolley and head east to Port Richmond’s friendly tavern known as Bryne’s. It does not come as a shock when you let the waitress know that you are here for wings. In fact, they tell you that you are here for wings. The only real debate is, ‘how many?’ 4x 25 wing bowls please. Just don’t be the one caught eating the bottom-bowl wing. This wing is more like the toxic avenger’s severed toe. Kinda scary.
P.S. If you let Big Steve get you too drunk, and you let Shawn get you too crunk, then you will drop your iphone into on-coming traffic and this will happen..
..easy come, easy go…
January 29, 2010
Categories: Wings . . Author: randyfriday . Comments: 2 Comments
(above: eulogy)
This burger will end your life. The final word for ground beef in your pathetic flame-grilled existence. In another life you will wake up as a stale sesame seed bun in a lethargic kitchen line at McDonald’s. Do not be afraid of bleu cheese and leeks, however, do be afraid of leaking bleu cheese. Sign your will, and kiss your ass good-bye. You’re now 6-feet under in the burger shaped casket.
January 29, 2010
Categories: Burgers . . Author: randyfriday . Comments: Leave a Comment
(above: jim’s steaks)
When scaling the novelty tourist attractions of south street, make sure you dig through the saturated climate of hot breath and undeclared fluid waste, and find yourself amongst the regular crowd of bridge and tunnel cheese-steak gropers. It’s here at Jim’s that you’ll find a quick and delicious fix to keep your motor running to the next quick and delicious fix. There’s nothing like an unearned stomach filler to drag you to the next 49 cent beer pub. This is exactly the way we do Jim’s. Sloppy and sloppier. Something about this fix lures a strong gravitational pull that leaves you hanging with Mr. Gonzo sending a S.O.S to the moon. Remember that some steaks are more potent than others.
December 19, 2009
Categories: Cheese Steaks . . Author: randyfriday . Comments: Leave a Comment
