William Penn's Greene Countrie Towne. Philadelphia is an old, odd collection of neighborhoods. Many residents have never left their ZIP code. In fact, some of them don't even know about ZIP codes. TBH, I lived in Manayunk for 14 years and loved it. Lived in West Philly for three and it was fab.
Serviced by a good transit system if you know how to read a map. In general laid out well. Driving is an art, however this is due to people on the roads who aren't city dwellers. The city dwellers drive fine.
Some of the best restaurants on the East Coast. Fresh food everywhere. No need to eat in - cheap good food is all around you.
Best place I can think of to have home base if you have to travel a lot for work. You can leave your house unlocked for years in some 'hoods and your neighbors will watch out for you. Of course, they also know who you are sleeping with, but hey, it's a rowhouse!
Philadelphians shop at the Ac-a-me.
Yes, what did you expect? Caesar's Palace? It's a restaurant, not a damn casino.
Can you let me off in downtown Philadelphia?
Sure, which train station?
The Liberty Bell.
Man...what were they thinking?! Pink and baby blue?!
and Tasty Kakes for dessert. It is where there is a Wawa on every corner, and you look forward to the 1st day of Spring when Rita's gives out free "wooder" ice. It is where you know it's a hoagie, not a sub and the shore, not the beach. Most importantly, where everyone is brothers and it is ok to say hello to someone you don't know if they are a birds fan. That is Philadelphia, the city of Brotherly Love... Outsiders will never understand
-And by the way, the only reason "The Real World" initially cancelled shooting in Philly was because of the Unions. With that worked out, it is coming back and filming this spring.
Anyone that does not like Philadelphia or its residents is simply jealous. Jealous of our uniqueness. Jealous of our passion for sports, no matter what the score is they still represent our blue-collar heritage. Jealous of our extremeness. Jealous of our overwhelming personalities. Jealous of the way we pour our hearts into everything we do. Jealous of our food. And most importantly, jealous of our pride.
We don’t care what others think. We don’t try to be like any other city. We simply are who we are. The Vet was not an arena that held sporting events, it was our family. It holds memories for every resident. The Philadelphia flair is something that is imbedded is us since birth. We can speak to other Philadelphians in our slang and feel an unwritten camaraderie that cannot be shared by others. Our life is our city and it is something that no one understands unless you are truly from here.
For those that are not fans: Please continue to tell us how much you don’t like us or our city because it only gives us more fuel to tell you why we are and always will be better than you.
Philadelphia - The Birthplace of America.