Review

Fat Joe here again letting you know about the best spots in Philly to eat, drink and be merry. Well first of all I won these two tickets to some show called Cirque du Soleil. Lemme tell ya, this should be rightfully dubbed Cirque hey SoGay. But I won tickets on the radio and I was tryin to get in good wit dis broad over on 2 street so I decided to give it a shot. Needless to say, before dis show I had to get my eat on, and when I do that its always a big occasion. So I picked up little Suzy and headed down to Scannicchio down on Broad street. Soon as I get in da place there some guy playin dis little guitar or somethin, I mean he was good and all, and I can appreciate a guy tryin to make a buck, but I needed to get to the bar. So after I shoved him out of the way, I tried to get a drink, only to be told by dis hot blonde I was in a BYOB. What an ass I looked like (not the first time). Da question remains, who has a bar in BYOB. Now that me and Suzy are thoroughly embarrassed, we got ourselves a table, and tried to remain lowkey for the rest of the evening. Unlike me wit my shirt off, dis place inside is pretty nice to look at. Scannicchio's decor was pretty basic wit plants and pictures doin most of da work for settin da mood. Really all dat was missing was plastic on da furniture it could be my ma's house, which ain't a bad thing. The seating is a little tight but nuttin like some of dose converted south philly row home joints. Suzy and I were greeted by our waitress who let me have it wit some bread and some peppers. She started goin over some specials, but I wasn’t hearin a whole lot cause I was checkin da melons on da produce isle, if you know what I mean. After Suzy hit me wit five across my mug I got involved wit da complimentary peppers and bread. Rarely do you see this type of thing on any Italian restaurant, for dat I give them some extra props. Doing what I do best, I promptly ordered some appetizers. She started wit da salad and me I went for da clams casino. Da clams weren’t bad, as far as clams go. Notfernuttin, dey mince their clams, and I ain’t a fan of dat, just a personal note, now lets move on. For dinner I got some sausage and chicken dish, this came out in a presentation that rivaled my IROC. Well maybe not dat good but yous get da picture. For my second entrée, I got the steak pizzaiola and dis was fabulous. I was catchin dirty looks from Suzy and other patrons the way I was moanin over this steak. I made soft core porn look like a daytime soap da way I was carrying on. I finished up wit da standard cannoli and coffee. I think Suzy might have taken offense when when I ate both of em while she was in da can. Anyways, Scannicchio was pretty good and the atmosphere wit some live music was even better, for dat they get four cheesesteaks. The site at scannicchio.com looks as if it came from the dark ages though. It does get their point across, maybe its time to get wit the current century, just a thought.

The prices here are reasonable, you don’t pay for booze so that always helps. Notfernuttin, whats da problem wit splittin a check wit a broad? God knows times are tough. I ain’t catchin no meals from dem. I guess she really didn't care for da show by the way she ran outside and jumped in a cab. I guess I won’t be seeing Suzy anytime soon.

Dis has got to be the worst place to park, period. Nuttin for valet, no lot parking anywhere nearby, I had to drive around about fifteen times in my IROC to find something on da street. It don’t get much worse den dis. If you are headed here do yourself a favor a spring for da cab.

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