Jack's Firehouse
On a seemingly empty Monday night near Eastern State Penitentiary, Jack's Firehouse takes on the air of an after-hours mafia lounge. While we enjoyed our drinks at the bar in the center of the old firehouse, there appeared the most smartly dressed young men wining and dining an old man in a tux with a British accent. Mafia or no, Jack's is fantastic to feast your eyes on. I'm told the 30-some foot tall structure is made from now extinct wood--and it's still beautiful. Food-wise, I dined on an appetizer of the best seitan tips I've ever had, and will ever have, in my life. Honestly, I like seitan a fairly good deal. But the combination of the marinade and the perfect grilling made those tips more tasty and pleasing in texture than I ever thought wheat gluten was capable of. I only have one gripe: why would such a seemingly classy joint have the cheapest bathroom features possible: some seriously sandpapery-ass toilet paper and no hot water. Not pleasant for the ladies.
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