It’s a glass of beer, of course, that’s usually on Joe Sixpack’s mind. But a moment of unscheduled sobriety the other day compelled me to reflect on my other favorite intoxicant:

Coffee.

In a paper cup at a convenience store, in fine china after a big meal, in a mug at a diner, in a demitasse at a darkened cafe, … Read the rest

A generation from now, when scholars attempt to explain the history of America – the greatest, most advanced civilization in one million years of mankind – they will point to the events that took place one morning in a packed arena on South Broad Street as the moment this blessed nation crumbled to its knees.
Wing Bowl IX.

We are … Read the rest

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OK, a warehouse club isn’t for everyone. If you’d prefer shopping with a basket, not a forklift, you can still stock up for your Super Bowl Feast at some of Joe Sixpack’s smaller party favorites.

DiBruno Bros. House of Cheese, 930 S. 9th St. – A visit here is a party for your nose. Even the long line on … Read the rest

Super Bowl XXXV may be the biggest football beer-drinking challenge since NFL fans froze their lips tight at the sub-zero Packers/Cowboys Ice Bowl in ’68.

It’ll be almost as tough to swallow a geographically appropriate brew when the Ravens and Giants face off in the big game on Sunday.

Baltimore’s most famous beer, National Bohemian, hasn’t been produced in Baltimore … Read the rest

After 40-some years on this planet, I’ve determined there are exactly two true tests of manliness.

The first is the westbound South Street entrance to the Schuylkill Expressway in a four-cylinder import with a barreling semi on your tail.

The other is the annual Super Bowl feast. Ten or 20 guys show up, and none of ’em have eaten, apparently, … Read the rest