(It's Always Sunny in) Philadelphia

I briefly mentioned how much I loved Philly in this post of reflections photos, and I've since professed my love for Pat's Steaks and Reading Terminal Market. I've only been to Philly twice, but I'm already sold. A lot of the city reminds me of what I love most about New York—historical markers on every block, adorable streets lined with charming row houses, walkable streets and enough people and building density to feel as if you're really in a city. But Philly also seems to lack a few things that are not so desirable in New York—the maddening rents and crushing crowds. I'm sure Philly has its downsides, as all places do, but my two experiences there have been so delightful that I'm eager to discover what else the city has to offer.

One of the first things that greeted us as we walked from the train station was a bridge flanked by four of the large stone eagles from the original Penn Station. I'm a bit obsessed with finding remnants of old New York, and I was delighted to find that at least some parts of Penn Station's former glory have not been lost. Philly also has its share of famous public artwork, including a huge, steel clothespin by Claes Oldenburg, and the iconic LOVE sculpture.

One thing I wanted to make sure we did was to ride Philly's subway. I am so intrigued by public transit in other cities, particularly subway systems, and we only rode a few stops but I was charmed. The Philly subway feels like a mix of New York's and the DC Metro, and it was clean, easy to navigate and you can still pay with a token (!).

While attempting to walk off some of our cheesesteak calories, we stopped at Professor Ouch's Odditorium, which is basically my dream store. In addition to having a legitimate curiosity show in the back room, they have so many wonderful things for sale, including a large selection of sideshow memorabilia and medical oddities (I bought a particularly wonderful '60s eyeball model).

We mostly wandered around somewhat aimlessly, in awe of the adorable historical streets and ivy-covered homes. We had a drink at the oldest bar in Philly—McGillins Old Ale House—breakfast at the very cute diner, Little Pete's, and wondered out loud what our lives would be like if we defected to a place filled with cheesesteaks, tree-lined streets, wonderful art and excellent cemeteries. I'm not done with New York just yet, but it's nice to know that if I'm ever in need of a change—or when I'm priced out entirely—that Philadelphia exists just a short train ride away.

More Philly posts: Reflections | Pat's Steaks | Magic Gardens | Reading Terminal Market