Friendly Lounge

Friendly Lounge is friendly because it's quiet.

By Peter Woodall
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Peter Woodall sacrifices his liver, and potentially his nose as he ventures into Philly's drinking establishments. A bartender and West Philly native, he has worked as a newspaper reporter for the Sacramento Bee and Biloxi Sun Herald. Got a tip on a colorful taproom? Email him at petewoodall@gmail.com
 

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1. felix said... on Apr 25, 2013 at 11:51PM

“keep the hipsters out..”

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