Yesterday, Mike, Buddy, Newlywed Steve and his new wife Morgan and I went to the Philadelphia Auto Show. We will post pictures soon, especially since I got my new camera! It's a Canon EOS 20d, and it rocks!

Anyway, afterwards we were going to meet Rob and Evan and Laura (these last two soon to be newlyweds as well) at a place called Monk's Brewery at Spruce and 16th Streets. We got there, and the place was very small and very crowded. They told us that they couldn't accommodate a party of our size, and they would have to seat us in two separate tables, at different times. And it would be an hour wait. They suggested we try their "sister restaurant," Nodding Head on Sansom, up a few blocks. So we called everyone and rearranged, and then walked up to that place.

[Here is where the hate part comes in.]

So the hostess asked us how many, etc., and then asked us for ID. Now, I (stupidly) had forgotten my ID, since I wasn't driving, and I didn't have my purse - I just put my money in my camera backpack. So the waitress said that since I didn't have my ID, no one at the table could drink. Then she went back and talked to the manager, and told us that they couldn't even seat us. All because I didn't have my ID. People, I am 31 years old (almost 32), and there is no way I look under 21. We had to rearrange everyone AGAIN, and luckily Evan and Laura hadn't parked yet, so we all went back to Jersey and ate at a very nice and non-crowded restaurant in Collingswood, where we had really good fried ravioli.

Pennsylvania has some draconian liquor laws, but even so, no one had heard of anything that bad before. So the moral of the story is: we hate the Nodding Head Restaurant, Collingswood is great, and Philly sucks (sorry, Rob).

DON'T EAT HERE!