We traveled to Philadelphia October 8 – 13, 2010. On Saturday night, we ran out of daytime activities and wandered to Village Whiskey, a speakeasy-type bar with great, but pricey, cocktails. We each had two, but in preservation of our wallets, we decided to leave in the hopes we could find a pub with better prices.
Just around the corner was what became our favorite place in Philly: Rum Bar. The music was quiet, the bar was packed, and the drinks were good and well priced. We sat at the bar, though that is not usually my favorite place, because there was no seating to be had.
Soon we began talking to the bartenders, Zack, Katie, and Vena. We talked with two girls about the pitfalls of Facebook and Twitter and sympathized with the girl next to me, Kris, over having a bad date. The drinks kept coming and I got friendlier and friendlier. Antics and hilarity ensued.
I had the elusive great bar experience. I've never had so much fun at a bar. I think the main reason—other than the fun people, of course—was the fact that I could actually hear them talking. In Nashville, bars are LOUD. You have to scream in each other’s ears to be heard, so I usually give up trying to interact. But here, we talked and laughed easily.
Despite the fact that Sunday I felt absolutely TERRIBLE on my hiking and canoe trips, we actually returned on Tuesday night to toast off our last night in Philly. We had a blast and were greeted like old friends.
I want to go back to Philly just so I can go to the Rum Bar!
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