by Sasha S. on It's small, it gets crowded. The use of fresh-squeezed juices for the simplest of cocktails was a nice surprise. The owner-bartender seemed stressed the f**k out. The stench of Thierry Mugler's "Angel" perfume wafted through the air. Over the past few years, I've noticed that there's a certain type of woman who wears "Angel" and have resolved that it's the scent of a scene I prefer to have nothing to do with. Crowded, terse vibe overall. Everyone has something to prove.
by Hilary P. on Oscar's is the only place in Philadelphia where I will happily order a PBR. They're huge, cheap, and served quickly. The waitresses are always accommodating to our group, no matter the size. And they know how to keep the beer coming. It's the perfect place to start or end your night in the Chestnut/Walnut/Sansom area. A word of warning about the width of Oscar's: do not try to dance in here. There is not enough room. If you attempt the shag while rocking out to the jukebox, you very well may twirl your friend into a table, knocking over several beers in the process. Then everyone will turn and stare at you, clapping if they enjoyed the show. Not that this happened or anything.
by Mauricio Almeda on I love MJQ. We have always gone on Wednesday nights and it is just gritty and raw enough. You can wear whatever you want, which I appreciate, but your cellphone won't work down in that hole, so hopefully your friends have an established meeting spot. oh yeah, and try not to have to go to the bathroom while you are there. It is quite possibly the best dance club in Atlanta.
