Contributor: Ryan Stevens - - Phillie’s used to be the place. There used to be crowds here every night of the week, packed in here like sardines. Used to be, like I said. Now I’m sittin on a barstool by my lonesome, while Phillie himself shines the mugs and makes nice with some wiseguy and his lady all dolled up in red. I wonder what it’d be like to have the old days, the salad days of this place come back again. It’d be different, sure. The patrons have all aged a little, we’re not as lively as we used to be, yeah, but still, what a sight it would be to have the old crowd back in here, even with the extra gray hairs. It’s so bright in here. Ol’ Phillie’s has these damn fluorescent bulbs that throw fake light all over the place, blasting this harsh glow on every square inch of the place. They bombard the surfaces, hemming in all the...

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Author: Ryan Stevens