I know that you are surprised that I travel to concerts that don't feature the E-Street band. But I do it for love. Hubby is a HUGE PJ fan. It is his all time favourite band. Which explains all those
And he is good enough for Bruce, who left the swamps of Jersey to come to the concert. See:
|Confirmed sighting of Springsteen at the Philly Pearl Jam concert on October 22, 2013|
Photo credit: @PJ_Updates (Twitter)
(I went weak in the knees just knowing that the Boss and I were in the same building, watching the same concert.)
Anyway, I'd never been to Philly, so this road trip seemed like a doubly good idea. Make Hubby happy by seeing his beloved Pearl Jam (once from the Pit and once from the nose-bleed section), and add another push pin to my map of visited U.S. cities. Win-win!
|Yes, we were that close - First night from the Pit,|
second row behind the rail. Eddie still looks good.
|A different view on the second night...|
- there's a movie featuring a Bruce Springsteen song (you knew I was going to work that in somehow);
- the Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Rocky are from Philly;
- the Philly cheese steak is the city's most famous dish;
- there's a big ole bell.
Thanks to our trip, I now know a few more things. For instance:
And frankly, who am I to argue with a decades-old tradition of visiting the museum and running the stairs:
I still have no idea what a Philly cheese steak tastes like: I couldn't bring myself to eat one. Something about that gooey, processed cheese makes my stomach threaten outright rebellion. Instead, Hubby and I made our way to Reading Terminal Market, which we were told is the oldest covered farmer's market in the U.S., and got ourselves a roasted pork and provolone sandwich from DiNics. It was incredible. And the best part is that after running the Rocky steps, I had absolutely no guilt for having consumed all those delicious calories!
|Love Park at JFK Plaza|
It is an incredibly charming city: Maybe it is because we stayed in the Old City, where narrow cobblestone streets are lined with beautiful old brown-stones. Maybe it's because of the history - Philly being the cradle of the American revolution - that seeps out of its every pore. Maybe it's because not one, but two rivers run through it. Maybe it's because of the multitude of universities. Or maybe it's because the city has taken great care to preserve its greatest relics and buildings. Whatever the reason, Philly stands out in my mind as the most charming American city I've been to thus far. (Sorry Boston. You had that title right up until this week. At least your baseball team is in the World Series.)
|Nestled in among a block of skyscrapers|
|Residential street in the Old City|
|The tomb of many unknown soldiers - British and American - from the War of American Independence|
|Like my Yuengling moustache?|
But it turns out that there is some pretty good beer local to Philadelphia. Like that from the hipster-iffic Nodding Head Brew House. Or Yuengling, from the oldest brewery in the United States. And unlike Budweiser, these beers are good. Like really good. I know because I had a few pints. A girl gets thirsty for a good lager when wandering the streets of Philadelphia.
I'm sure that I could have tried a few more local lagers at any number of breweries or Irish Pubs. And I would have liked to make it over to University City to explore the University of Pennsylvania campus (because I like to make myself feel old by hanging out with college kids). And there is a vibrant museum scene that would have been pretty cool to check out. And it would have been truly awesome to see a football game in Philly. But alas, Hubby and I only had a couple of days off before we had to make the 720km trek back to our everyday lives. And so it could be but a short road trip.
But we're already looking for our next concert destination. Any ideas?