There’s a time and a place for political correctness and then there are situations where you simply have to call things like they are and Route 30, (or at least the portion spanning Chester, Lancaster and York counties) is weird as all get out. There’s actually a lot of weirdness going on in rural, central Pennsylvania. This
Category: Lancaster
For the longest time I’d always seen pictures of various “Restaurant Weeks” popping up all over Facebook, but never quite understood the concept of such a thing. “Why do people need an excuse to go to restaurants?” I wondered. I eat out whenever I’m too lazy to cook which happens way more than I budget
Downtown Lancaster is a lovely place to walk around (sidenote: when did I start using the word “lovely” to describe things?). There’s Central Market, plenty of shops and restaurants and enough bars to some damage. If you’re wandering down East King street, just past the Marriott, you’ll encounter Tellus 360, a sprawling storefront complex that
If you’re driving along King Road near Malvern PA, a small town approximately 30 miles west of Philadelphia in the heart of Pennsylvania’s mainline, you’ll come across an innocuous historical marker at where King intersects Sugartown Road. The marker tells the tale of Duffy’s Cut Mass grave, a black mark in Pennsylvania’s history that occurred 181 years ago.
I’m continuing on with the “10 Cheap & Easy Things to Do in _______” theme with my current home locale of Lancaster. If you haven’t read the posts on Philly, Scranton or Pittsburgh the basic philosophy behind this is that sometimes you end up at a certain locale to visit friends, or maybe attend a wedding
One of my New Year’s resolutions, as well as one of my promises after my 100th post was that I needed to start writing more about Lancaster, since that’s where I’ve been living for the past (almost) four years. One common misconception is that Lancaster is simply a rural county best known for the Amish. While
For the past half year or so I’ve been questioning my career, my trajectory, and many of my major life choices. I’m 27, not completely sure what I want to do with life, where I want to end up, and wonder if I should ease up with the all night drinking and traveling and carrying on when
I wrote in my hosteling post that one of the guys we met at Reykjavik backpackers was hitchhiking and couch-surfing his way through Iceland and I expressed that I spent too many long hours (mostly hungover Sundays) in the company of Benson & Stabler to ever consider it a viable option BUT did start to do some preliminary research
I’m not a “foodie” by any means (unless your talking about Tom Haverford’s definition of a foodie which consists of Instagramming what you eat…in that case I most certainly am). I’m terribly picky and have all sorts of strange hang-ups; I generally don’t eat hot vegetables, anything pureed grosses me out, I’ve traditionally been very wary of ethnic
I think I’ve been pretty adamant (and hopefully repentive) of the fact that I didn’t give Lancaster a fair shot when first got here and that there’s a lot to do in the area. It’s getting to the point that I feel like I have to make up for lost time and one One event
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