by Colin C. on
Craving fries and beer, my friend and I stumbled around the block from her apartment to Grace, which was overflowing on this Saturday night. Squeezing through the unruly, largely professional-looking crowd which seemed to be producing demonic voices like that of Linda Blair's from the Exorcist, we felt lucky to find a table for two open in the back. Amidst the chaos, the only things that kept me there were the retro tin paneling on the walls and ceiling and the incredible basket of fries. The fries were great, though I would say they are comparable to Monk's in terms of deliciousness (especially since they come with the Monk's dippin sauce) and I don't think I will ever go back to Grace for more. In the end, the 45 minute wait for a server to acknowledge my friend and me was a major put-off. The surly waiter stomped back and forth past our table without even saying hi. It was probably the worst service I've received in Philadelphia, and it just made me feel sad.
by Lori Schmier on
To me, there are good cowboys and there are bad cowboys. Good cowboys sometimes call you ma'am and hold the door open for you. They make me blush. Bad cowboys don't apologize after they've spilled beer on you and use racial slurs like they're going out of style--they make me red with anger. Midnight Rodeo is a place to find both kinds of cowboys. Yes, like my pal Kristen F. says, they do have crazy cheap drink specials- something like $1.25 for wells, if I remember correctly. I used to have a group of what I called "my All-American" friends that convinced me to go here a couple times, and the promise of cheap drinks won me over. It's a good place to people watch. I love being placed out of my element from time to time and peep other subcultures doing their thing. I don't exactly fit in, but I really enjoy being thrown into something I can't quite call my own. Here, you can see people whirl around the dance floor, having the time of their lives in tight pants and huge belt buckles, swirly skirts and fun boots. Things like these make me feel kinda nice about being a Texan, born and raised. All that was taken back one day though, when I was racially harassed by a bad cowboy. I'll spare you the details, but I was embarrassed and angry enough to never set foot in that place again. Stupid bad cowboys. You ruin it for everybody.