August 20, 2000 |
When you overfill a draft of Guinness, and a fluffy ring of foam slowly works its way down the pint glass, that's called a "bishop's collar. " Barkeep lingo, don't you know. No word yet on how the bishops feel about this, but if they happen to stop by the Bishop's Collar, a laid-back corner bar/sidewalk cafe in Fairmount, they needn't worry about sloppy tap work perpetrated in their name. "This is the one place you can't get a bishop's collar," says Megan O'Neill, who co-owns the place with Jeff Keel, allaying concerns about the pouring skills of her bar staff.
June 9, 1999 |
Taras W. Sawchyn, 34, manager of a family-owned corner bar in Kensington, died Friday of injuries he suffered in a one-car accident on Aramingo Avenue. Police said Mr. Sawchyn was alone and heading south on the Aramingo Avenue ramp that connects to Delaware Avenue about 11:30 p.m. when the 1981 Oldsmobile Cutlass he was driving mounted the concrete median, then slammed into an Interstate 95 abutment. He was pronounced dead at the scene. The results of an autopsy were pending, authorities said.
October 1, 2000 |
In the Technicolor glow of stained-glass poultry, Rose Parrotta is stomping her feet to Johnny Cash, reliving her wilder days in the apple orchards of New York and filling her Happy Rooster with an infectious energy boost. She welcomes friends to her little restaurant in a playful headlock, leading them around the thick brass bar pole. Even diners unknown to this diamond-studded dynamo get a blast of her charisma. She preens like Vanna White beside her ambitious chalkboard menu, discoursing on everything from her hand-scribbled boutique wine list ("people want forward fruit, but I won't give it to them!"
August 22, 2014
UP ON Tioga Street, in the vacant shadows of a postindustrial city, the sign above Kensington Pub declares, "Born Here. Raised Here. Still Here. " Inside, there's a life-size wall drawing of a guy pitching halfsies, the stickball game they used to play down the corner. The bar is mostly empty on this Friday afternoon. "Yo, what happened to the keg that guy brought in?" owner Kevin Konieczny asks his bartender. "What keg? The new stuff?" Nicole Kearney replies. "It's not on, yet. " "Well, what can we take off?"
May 13, 2011 |
A patron was shot and killed inside a corner bar in Point Breeze early today, police said. The victim, in his early 20's, was pronounced dead at 12:23 a.m. inside the Holiday Cafe on the 1800 block of South 18th Street, police said. He had been shot in the head. Investigators were seeking a description of the shooter and trying to establish a motive, police said. Contact the Inquirer Online News Desk at email@example.com or 215-854-2443. Follow the Inquirer at www.Twitter.com/PhillyInquirer and www.Facebook.com/PhillyInquirer
July 10, 2014 |
QUICK! NAME a landmark bar on Robbins Street on the way to the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge. Got it? Great. Now name a landmark bar on Robbins Street on the way to the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge that isn't the original Chickie's & Pete's. If you said the Shore Road Tavern, pour yourself a frosty Bud to celebrate. No one seems to know exactly how long the Shore Road Tavern has been open for business on Robbins Street near Jackson, but for generations of Shore-goers, passing by it on the way to Cape May (or Wildwood or Ocean City)
September 22, 2012 |
A brawl that ended in a shooting overnight at a Chester corner bar has left a man in his 30s dead, according to police reports. The shooting occurred at Ginn's Restaurant & Bar at 2nd and Kerlin Streets about 12:30 a.m., according to police scanner reports. The victim was shot in the head and went into cardiac arrest at the scene where he was pronounced dead at Crozer-Chester Medical Center, according to reports. The incident reportedly began as an argument or fight in Ginn's that spilled outside where the man was shot.
December 1, 1988 |
You slip a C-note to a quiet guy sitting at the corner bar, the bar with the melted ice-cube windows and the red neon Schlitz sign and the barstools with the ripped vinyl seats, and you whisper, "Blue Note in the seventh in Atlantic City. " The next day you come back and he slides an envelope under your wet beer glass. "He came in at 15-to-1," he says. He doesn't smile. You do. Can it ever be the same? Can well lit, orderly and, for cryin' out loud, legal betting ever replace the neighborhood bookie?
January 21, 1988 |
Frank Cascerceri is playing David to Bruce Springsteen's Goliath, and he doesn't even have a slingshot. All Cascerceri has is a corner bar in the Northeast, a 50- by 20-foot joint where 50 people is a crowd. But the rock star and two music companies have come down on Woody's Pub with a federal lawsuit because the bar dared to play such Springsteen numbers as "Pink Cadillac," "I'm On Fire" and "Dancing in the Dark" last summer without a license. The songs were played by a disc jockey who works the bar on Tyson Avenue near Brous four nights a week.
December 2, 2013 |
PHILADELPHIA The voice on the other end of the call that startled Eileen DiFrancesco awake that awful night three years ago belonged to a stranger. The woman with the Spanish accent didn't offer her name, only life-shattering news. "Your daughter's been shot," the stranger said. "They took her to Einstein. " Click. Lost in shock, DiFrancesco, then 75, woke her husband, Angelo, 80. It was July 1, 2010. The Upper Dublin couple only knew that their daughter, Leslie Delzingaro, had an appointment for her decorative lighting business that night with an Olney bar owner.