Philly: Expensive Menu, No Credit Card
Everything in this blog is just my opinion, not fact. The views here are mine and not those of any organization, person, or sentient cat. If you take this seriously, that’s on you—proceed with caution and maybe a sense of humor. So there I was, walking into a pub in Philly—a city where no matter what cheesesteak you went out for it was the wrong one—and asked to see a menu. Seemed like a normal request, right? Wrong. This is Philly. Nothing is normal. A friendly bartender named Mallory handed me a menu, and let me tell you, it read like the pricing strategy of a dystopian Whole Foods. Frozen pizza? $83.12. A bowl of noodle soup? $52.43. Chili? A cool $62.78. And a hot dog—A HOT DOG—$45.17. At this point, I’m starting to wonder if I stumbled into a pop-up restaurant run by the Federal Reserve. Naturally, my first thought was, “Wow, inflation is way worse than I realized.” Eggs are expensive, sure, but this was next-level. It made me question everything—my finances, my life choices, whet...
