by Winston C. on This is a decent sports bar smack in the middle of the city. The staff is friendly and the service is good. I didn't eat there but plenty of people did. They say the " cater to all sports fans", not just Philly fans, and when I asked to change a TV to a different game, they did. The crowd was relaxed and started to pick up after the Phillies game let out.
by Linda W. on Fun, fun, fun. We got in a little before 12 for free and there was no line. Cosmolava is three rooms in an unassuming house with a little bit of something for everyone. The crowd's cool (i.e. not too many sketchballs), the bartenders do a good job, and the djs play a great mix of the old and the new. Plus, gotta love the free drinks on Fridays and props to the bartender in the second room for using all that Grey Goose. Would definitely come back anytime.
by Joni Delanoy on Sushi House Hayakawa sent my heart aflutter on Valentine's Day with the best sushi my palate has ever tasted. Because my companion and I didn't have reservations, we had to sit at the bar, which was all right in my book because we got to stare at the chef while he prepared the rolls. The hot tea was served in a lovely clay mug with a soft glaze, adorned with Japanese swirls. One of the staff members did a great job of making sure my mug stayed full. The chef offered to make me a special Valentine roll, so I took him up on that proposition--and boy am I glad I did! The result: a spicy tuna roll topped with more raw tuna slices, arranged in a circle. In the middle of the circle rose a heap of white stringy stuff and a green leaf. Red and orange spicy sauces encircled the delightful roll, its perimeter also dotted with red fish eggs. AMAZING. I also attacked a scoop of green tea ice cream--the smoothest and best I've ever had. And I always order green tea ice cream when it's available. The service was a bit slow, but that gave my companion and me an opportunity to listen to the drunken couples at one of the tables, throwing out some painfully lame one-liners, slurred by sake. "Who let da dog out? Ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh!" one of them shouted. "RARARARA! RARARARA!" the rest of them bellowed. "Da dog is dead. Da dog is DEAD!" one of the women followed up, stirring up another round of intoxicated laughter. Also, as I was leaving, the lovely waitress, dressed in traditional Japanese attire, handed me a rose, topping off an extremely pleasant Valentine's night.
