Dirty Franks Bar May Be The Happiest Place On Earth

Fuck Disney. The staff and patrons of Dirty Franks leave you with a feeling of hope for humanity. They may not serve food there but they let you be yourself and no one is too weird or unacceptable. Folks from all walks of life check in there and find a comfortable environment among the dinge and the shab of the most notorious dive bar in the City Of Brotherly Love. If you're in Philadelphia, its at the corner of 13th and Pine, diagonally across from The Last Drop coffee house (which serves a great cup, Cafe Dumonde coffee). There's no sign, just pictures of various "Franks" on the exterior and an unmarked door with a tiny red sign informing possible entrants that they must be 21 or older to enter. There's only 1 TV and a very limited selection of beer, but the bloody marys on sunday are legendary and they always have the kamikazes mixed up by the pitcher. There's pinball and darts and they used to have a softball team. There are plenty of menus available to various take-out restaurants that will deliver to the bar, more than making up for the lack of food service. Be forewarned: if you enter during the daylight hours, you will find yourself not leaving until last call. Did I mention that they have a powerful tractor beam that attracts anyone who likes to drink? You cannot escape until closing time. And they show art. What can be better? Go there during the day, when its relatively quiet and watch the History channel or AMC and grab a random stranger and engage in a conversation. You'll never want to leave.