The other day I absolutely had to go see Safety Not Guaranteed, to the point it became a ridiculous obsession.

Unfortunately, by the time I had a day off where I could go, and where my beloved could accompany me, it had shifted away from the theater that was one iota closer to us and was back in the heart of Old City Philadelphia. The Ritz V was proudly playing it.
Deciding traveling downtown just to see a movie was not an efficient use of gasoline and time, I also proposed that we visit a restaurant, since Chestnut Street was also known as Restaurant Row, and a lot of really good restaurants were there. My husband, who enjoys being a pseudo-foodie as much as I do, was all for this idea.
So we moseyed down to the Old City, I braved walking over cobblestones and bricks in platform shoes, and got to the theater which looked like a throwback from the 60’s on the outside, and the 50’s on the inside. There were only 5 theaters, as the name suggested, and they radiated outward in an arc from the central lobby. I loved it. I would absolutely go to this place again, although probably not in platforms.
We then moseyed on up to Chestnut Street and deposited ourselves in Amada Restaurant, which is a tapas bar, where we proceeded to have the most amazing meal I’ve had in quite a long time. They brought out truffled honey, which is now my new favorite phrase ever because the words alone make me smile. The food was amazing and it was definitely worth it. We talked about the movie as we nibbled.
The whole experience was amazing.
I told Bob that one of the things I always regretted was living in or near Seattle but not doing more stuff there. I’d always figured I would be there forever, so I kept putting off stuff until next year. I never got to see Bumbershoot because of that, and I am kicking myself constantly because of it.
So long as I live close to Philly, I intend to explore it and learn more about it. Coming soon, a trip to the new Barnes museum!