Over the past year or so, Thrillist has become one of the sites I check daily. It started because it had great travel articles, but what really gave it the boost is the way their food and beer writers are able to exist in a plane that’s almost the exact spot between high and low
If you’ve ever read this blog before, you probably know that my perfect weekend includes a combination of some sort of quasi-athletic activity accompanied by some post activity pub crawling. You know what’s even better? When the two activities are combined, which is why I think I was drawn to the idea of pedicycles from
Part of this whole being unemployed thing (which I have to consistently remind myself is by choice) that I quite like is that I could start my day out with a workout, effectively getting it out-of-the-way and making me feel wide awake from the get-go. This was always something I wanted to do in theory
I apologize for the title, but it was just way too easy. I spent a lovely Sunday-funday (which I haven’t participated in, in far too long) at The Whip Tavern, a British pub in Coatesville this past weekend. Now, normally I don’t do singular bar or restaurant reviews, unless it’s a one-stop wonder emporium like
One of the things I always inevitably start researching when going to a new locale is the bar scene. While I’m a big believer that any bar could be fun with the right crowd, there are some venues that otherwise help to elevate an ok night to a great one. Since I spend much of the month
During my college years Sunday Funday was a regular part of my vocabulary and something that occurred on the regular. Nowadays (especially during the school year), it’s become something of a novelty that seems to primarily happen on three day weekends, which in essence, defeats the purpose of a “Sunday Funday.” A proper Sunday Funday, for those
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