Samantha's "Bar Code: Why Scotty's is the best-decorated bar in Philadelphia" reminded me about a bar up the street called the Razzle Dazzle; I wrote about it in a story called "Look into my Eyes"--I sent it to you some years ago. People drink very hard there, and if you want to talk to ignorant racist misogynists, that's the place to go. The music's always country, the TVs are tuned to Fox, and there have been some really vicious fights in there. The patrons couldn't care less what the joint looks like, so I always found it strange that the joint was redecorated once a year. It turned out that this was the owner's wife's hobby. On average, about four Dazzle patrons die of alcoholism a year.
Until he died of cancer, Jack was the owner. For a long time I thought he was an absolute asshole, and was confused as to why he was always bringing in free food. On Thanksgiving and Christmas he'd always make a turkey with all the fixings so the drunks without families would have some holiday cheer.
I can't remember what Jack said to make me change my mind about him, but he and I became breakfast buddies. He opened at eight, and if I wasn't teaching in the morning, I'd go have my morning coffee with Jack. Sometimes he'd fix me bacon and eggs.
Samantha gets to sample swankier places like Writer's Block Rehab. Even if I had the cash, I would likely be spotted immediately as gatecrashing trash. Oh, well. I cover the low end.
The Razzle Dazzle was reviewed by one of the local papers about ten years ago. The patrons were miffed that the reviewer said the place is a hideous pit.
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Great photos, Linh! Thank you.
Samantha's "Bar Code: Why Scotty's is the best-decorated bar in Philadelphia" reminded me about a bar up the street called the Razzle Dazzle; I wrote about it in a story called "Look into my Eyes"--I sent it to you some years ago. People drink very hard there, and if you want to talk to ignorant racist misogynists, that's the place to go. The music's always country, the TVs are tuned to Fox, and there have been some really vicious fights in there. The patrons couldn't care less what the joint looks like, so I always found it strange that the joint was redecorated once a year. It turned out that this was the owner's wife's hobby. On average, about four Dazzle patrons die of alcoholism a year.
Until he died of cancer, Jack was the owner. For a long time I thought he was an absolute asshole, and was confused as to why he was always bringing in free food. On Thanksgiving and Christmas he'd always make a turkey with all the fixings so the drunks without families would have some holiday cheer.
I can't remember what Jack said to make me change my mind about him, but he and I became breakfast buddies. He opened at eight, and if I wasn't teaching in the morning, I'd go have my morning coffee with Jack. Sometimes he'd fix me bacon and eggs.
Hi Elizabeth,
Samantha gets to sample swankier places like Writer's Block Rehab. Even if I had the cash, I would likely be spotted immediately as gatecrashing trash. Oh, well. I cover the low end.
Linh
The Razzle Dazzle was reviewed by one of the local papers about ten years ago. The patrons were miffed that the reviewer said the place is a hideous pit.
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