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My breakfast this morning at Southwood Bar. Meat is scrapple. The special came with a bloody mary or daiquiri, but I wasn't going to drink vodka or rum at 8:30AM, so I settled for a pint of Yuengling. Sitting two seats over, bar regular Kyle couldn't get over why I would pass up the best part of the deal.

Bartender and cook is Kelly. She escaped Kensington 19 years ago to spare her kids from growing up in such a disastrous Philly neighborhood.



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