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We just received word that Pod, the sole Stephen Starr endeavor west of the Schuylkill, will be hosting an evening of sake education this Wednesday (April 29), complete with food pairings, for $65. We know how much we usually spend at Pod (hint: a lot more than $65), so to us, it sounds like quite a deal! Reservations for the event are available from 6:30 – 7:30 p.m. by calling 215.387.1803.

It's even kosher for Passover.

Last week, your Phillyist editors headed down to the lounge at Stephen Starr's Barclay Prime (shown above in all its gentlemen's smoking club glory) to check out the upscale steakhouse's new pub menu. It's tough work, we know, but some bloggers gotta do it. Although not exactly what you'd consider cheap eats (menu prices range from $9 to $29), we certainly weren't let down by the offerings. The juicy mini burgers, made from a combination of meats you wouldn't usually consider grinding, were a portent of things to come: the actual pub menu features a $19 dry-aged burger with cheddar and a side of tater tots. We weren't sure we'd be paying twenty bucks for a full-sized version of the burger we ate, but then the addition of the homemade, perfectly crunchy tater tots (which, admittedly, were a little cold by the time we got to them—but miraculously not soggy) may make it worth the ticket price. More impressive to us, though, was the truffled mac and cheese, a $16 concoction that includes smoky Neuske bacon and fresh English peas. We couldn't get enough. In fact, we may have even snagged second portions of the carb-laden cheesy dish when the very friendly staff came around with trays of the stuff.

You're all probably familiar with Miss Bee by now. She's a frequent commenter on Phillyist who heard our call for new writers and was quick to answer it, so we couldn't help but upgrade her posting privileges. Born in Philadelphia, Miss Bee has lived here most of her life, with a few quick hiatuses that we forgive her for. She likes Butterscotch Krimpets, is baffled by SEPTA behavior, and will be trying out for the Eagles Cheerleading squad for the sole purpose of "moral support" for a friend. Welcome, Jen!

Hey remember The Broad Street Diner, the grey lady of Broad and Ellsworth? It used to be “A Place For Ribs.” Now it’s “A Place Stephen Starr May Turn Into A Chic Restaurant That I Can’t Afford.”

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No this isn't an ode to the Rolling Stones (though we do hear the bass line from that song in our head when we're walking down Market Street in the summertime). This is an ode to our love, Philadelphia. We are counting the hours until we get back to your edgy goodness. Unlike our other trips to Vegas, this one sucks. Perhaps it is because we are travelling alone and aren't in the mood to...

Do you know what's really cool about airplane bathrooms?

going out to eat in Philly.