It's happened to all of us: you start drinking on Beige, only to wake up in Budapest the next day, laying naked beside a Latvian prostitute named Katya.
Here's a tip: when the French guy at Le Creperie knows your full name, class schedule and that you like extra feta, no spinach and a mix of the two batters, it's time to stop.
The Black Sheep Pub is the epitome of what every good Irish Pub should be -- dark, cozy and friendly -- and it's located a short block from Rittenhouse Square on a beautiful tree-lined street.
By the end of the week, after too many midterms, Gia Pronto salads and Insomnia cookies, sometimes you're simply in need of some solace and a real meal.
What with Ben and Jerry's going corporate, Sex and the City gone forever and our moron of a president making a mockery of the democratic system, it seems to us that in life, the only remaining trace of reason and stability is found at the bottom of an empty glass.
Admit it: you know jack about beer. In fact, you probably couldn't tell a quality brew if it smacked your ass as you waited for the next Batman sequel.
The Independence Brew Pub is quite possibly the classiest brewpub in Philadelphia. The word "pub" brings to mind dark wood, poor lighting and very greasy finger food.
Usually singing and dancing children provide cause to vomit. They weren't kidding when they said Youth was wasted on the Young -- in fact, they couldn't have been more dead-on.
Even though we like to think of ourselves as flower-tressed and laissez-faire, with free will and the strength of character to do whatever the hell we want, when it comes down to the most miserable things in life, we really don't have many options.
The word "nosheri" brings to mind that ever-present spread on grandma's coffee table -- the offerings vary, but chunks of melon (on toothpicks), mixed nuts and crackers to spread with chopped liver are always featured.
Ah, beer: that luscious liquid that helps Pi Kapp guys score each weekend. As much as you may want to deny it (we certainly don't), beer has played a formative role in your college career.
La Colombe is the anti-Starbucks. There are no sugar-free Venti lattes, no big comfy living room chairs and no pre-packaged salads or pillowy-looking muffins labeled "reduced-fat." It's an authentic European cafe experience, with a minimal menu and simple decor.
Watch out Scoop De Ville, there's a new ice cream parlor vying for our affection. Trendier and more grown-up than the Rittenhouse favorite, More Than Just Ice Cream combines contemporary art deco, a hipper-than-you staff and ridiculous deserts.
Some of us wake up in the morning and go for a brisk jog in the crisp autumn air (or so we hear). Others sit outside Pottruck for our mid-morning cheesesteak-and-cigarette break and watch the lines forming behind the elliptical machines in cracked out wonder, terror-stricken and fascinated at the notion of physical exertion before noon.