Art, architecture and drinking

Don't mix. You've been warned.

So, there's Franklin and Mortgage in Philadelphia. It rocks. Sit at the bar if you are for reals. Nice scenery and the bouncer was a total sweetie. No cell reception, but if you are determined you can make it work. Sort of lounge-y as the night goes on. But recommended.

Then Ranstead Room. Another died and gone to heaven speakeasy. The guy knew his stuff. It almost made me...well...prepare yourself for good drinks. Don't cry. Don't think they won't play the Jackson 5. Don't be afraid of spending the entire night there until they kick you out. It's worth every minute. Even if you have an embarrassing moment later trying to recreate the actual payment of the bill. All this is good.

But as circles are known to do, if you begin with heartbreaking artwork and cab rides and wedding ring shopping, well don't be surprised if you end at a magnificent work of architecture. Quiet, shy, lost, cold, in awe. Listening to the Beatles like a sap.