by Carlos Naimoli on I was in Philly from San Diego for a conference. Zahav was excellent, and only gets 4 stars because one or two of the dishes were not amazing. The room is warm and pretty. The service was professional yet unimposing. The women in my group were smitten with the hot waiter. My favorite dish was the hummous. The best I've had, and I've had a lot, although only in the USA. The chicken liver dish and swordfish dishes were excellent, too, as were all the salad items. The lamb tartar was not very interesting and I thought totally subpar to some outstanding beef tartars I've had. But this is a very nice place.
by Jonathon Hila on Saturday nights at Vaguard are the best nights.. sexy girls, nice music, huge patio, drinks are the average hollywood price.. what else would i ask for!!
by Alex K. on HAHAHAHA these reviews are hilarious, why not add my shitstained 1-star review for a shitstained 0-star shopping mall. You guys might get a laugh from this, but please don't get offended. As many have said, the Gallery was at one time, a decent place, I have a very vivid childhood memory of walking through the saturated yellow light near the food court with my grandmother and picking out a toy at Kay Bee before hopping a train to Hatboro. Now, I wouldn't dare bring my grandma (God rest her soul) without a flak jacket and pepper spray. So here is my comical review of the Gallery...and since we are on the topic of God, I'll write this in biblical format for your enjoyment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Gallery 20:08 - Yay tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death (East Market St.), I shall fear no evil from the homeless guy who uses a wheelchair but appears to be fully capable of walking, or the scary crossdressing crackhead with way too much lipstick on. I shall fear no evil because I haven't even gotten inside of the Gallery yet. And my eyes looked toward the heavens at the Gallery sign outside of the building, and I wondered, why isn't there a sign below that says "Abandon all hope, ye who enter"? And lo, as I walked through the unsanitary doors, I thought I might have gotten actual human feces on my hands, and the pungent smells seemed to confirm my fears. And it was bad. And the Lord looked down from the heavens and had Himself a hearty laugh. And as I walked past the Old Navy, I wondered to myself if I was in fashion hell, as surely only Old Navy could still exist in hell where it be featured so prominently. And after almost being trampled by indignant, loud-mouthed ghetto youf, who made a conscious effort not only to not get out of my way when walking, but to actually stand in my way at all times, I realized that this was no ordinary mall, it was the result of years of ignorant rulers (especially King John Street) who would pay little mind to the toils of the simple-minded employees and patrons that populated the Gallery, who wouldn't give a shit if all went the way of Sodom and Gomorrah...and it did. And it sucked. And yay, as I rode the escalator down to the lower levels, I looked at the ridiculous collage of so-called Philly icons, a nightmarish caricature of Bill Cosby, a retard struggling with a demonic pretzel, a singer with HUGE boobs belting out a hellish chorus. And I was displeased at the way this made Philly's good side feel tainted in the midst of these unpleasant surroundings. And when I got to the bottom, I spotted a few stores that looked halfway decent, including a Gamestop, the only videogame store around, and I proclaimed, "Hark! Fucking sweet, a videogame store!" with much gusto. But the videogame store was overrun by the armies of inconsiderate schoolchildren playing hookie, and so I decided to explore the food court. And lo, as I made my way to the food court, I heard to my back "GET THE F*CK OUTTA MY WAY YOU WHITE MOTHERF*CKER" and I turned around and beheld a mean old man with a cane who followed up with "YEAH THAT'S WHAT I SAID!" (true story, I'm not making this up). And the security guards just sat there, idle in their stoned-out haze, oblivious to my discomfort. And I proclaimed "Good God, what in the hell is going on here? Is this a real place?" And I noticed that rather than waste my time and money (and potentially, my safety) toiling with these tortured souls, I could have gone elsewhere, where there still lives a shred of Philadelphia's once charming majesty. One thing is for sure-- the Gallery ain't no Garden of Eden, it's an absolute shithole and it needs to be swallowed by the earth in an act of God.
