Looks as though I'm not going to escape the Put Put for a run down to Philly. If anyone else finds themselves kicking round the City of Brotherly Love you oughta make it down to 127 S Sixteenth Street. Four painters are throwing down some mean compositions of trees, polka dots, animals eating people and knife wielding cowboys. I've seen a number of these paintings in person and encourage you to get some face time with 'em because some of them are physical and others are rhythmic in ways that books or computers can't quite convey.
Right around the corner is the Knodding Head and down the street is Monk's. One of of them makes great seared tuna sandwiches, the other has mouth watering mussels. Both of them serve Belgians. You might even be able to track down some of these painters as many of them are relatively local and I'm sure they'd love to talk painting over fries.
The gallery is Gross McCleaf and you can click on it here. Remember it, because you can usually count on a bombproof show hanging on these walls. For a preview of the circus, peep these below:
and because the blog-o-matic philas the drawings...
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