Roxborough’s blue-collar bars offer many sensory delights.
But speaking of double vision, I’m starting to develop a case. The sun is fading. I amble toward the door. At the end of the bar is the guy who made his way over from DeLeo’s.
“You were over dere at DeLeo’s, huh?” he asks, eyes beaming with recognition.
“I was,” I answer.
“Place is wild. It was your first time dere, huh? What’dya think?”
“Pick of the litter. Avoid the women’s restroom.”
Drinking at Monk's—for the Children!
BYO Vinyl at Prohibition Taproom
A Good-Time South Philly Bar