get real in philly...

small, unpretentious, blue collar 'pub' on the main delaware river drag, block long parking on a mostly abandoned side street squeezed between massive retail complexes and defunct warehouses...3 sided bar with a postage sized stage and pole on which highly energized dancers will shake their quivering booty inches from your slobbering pie hole if you snare the right seats...row of booths in back for diners of the limited menu scrawled on board with a half dozen rotating (and pretty well chosen) beers...used to close earlier (7pm) and finessed some pretense of just being a neighborhood titty bar but now open til midnite most nites and GND's and MILFs are usually in the altogether by song two in a set of three...following short sets is their trademark bar crawl netting one for the g-string, one for the titties and one ever so delicately placed for the cooter from each stool-y...the bodies used to be younger and harder (well, mine too) but the tats and metal and dom-style stilettos are the same...these are no-nonsense philly gurls shakin' it for a congenial and appreciative crowd (there were five of us on a rainy cyber-monday) drinkin', smokin', and dreamin' of a time long past, when there were more down home, laid back, straight up neighborhood joints like this one..and yes, smokers (and if you're not one you'll smell like one) are welcome...