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We first discovered Final Vinyl at the Washington Township location of Ott's because Ross's mother's dentist plays the drums for the band (he's the one not wearing leather in the photo above). We were a little skeptical of a D.D.S.-helmed classic rock cover band, but ended up having a blast watching the band blaze through a setlist containing everything from Clapton to Petty—and watching their Jersey-riffic fans (seriously, we're not hating on the state, just the people who embody the stereotypes about it) dance rather inappropriately to the music.

SATURDAY:

This, Phillyist readers, is shaping up to be the best. weekend. ever. With no less than three major outdoor events this weekend—all of which involve food or drink in some capacity—we'd be fools to tell you to do anything except going outside and exploring Philadelphia. We know we'll be out and about this weekend, even if thunderstorms are in the forecast. We never let a little rain get in the way of good times.

The New York Times' Travel section ran a piece today that calls Philadelphia a "destination city"—something we could have told them years ago. We're happy that The Times has finally decided to show the City of Brotherly Love a little affection (instead of that Sixth Borough crap from a few years ago), but we'd like to point out that their recommended schedule is almost as improbable as the route of the Rocky run.

20 year old Devon, PA resident Kevin Bacci will serve work release, pay restitution, and spend 4 years on probation for being a bully. Bacci was apparently teasing a Geno's Steaks employee when a second employee stepped in to defend the first. Tony Chestnut's kind gesture got him body-slammed—twice. The sentence is reasonable enough, but when "fractured vertebrae" are involved, it takes a powerful appeal to our modern sense of justice not to wish there was an eye-for-an-eye option somewhere in the sentencing guidelines.

Doesn't get dirtier than the Schuylkill, boat or no.

We wish we could be this thrifty!

Proofreading Philly tries to capture typos, wordos, and all other kinds of grammatical mistakes that we see around the city. But we need your help! Email photos to us from your computer or your phone, and show the city that you care about good grammar.

It’s PW’s time for a fall guide, and they got lots of stuff for you on the cheap. But don’t expect any PA favors.

Poor Philly. We've been named the city with the most unattractive people, the fattest, and the most miserable. But, finally we've caught a break. Walkscore.com—an online tool to help people find great neighborhoods to live in—named Philadelphia the fifth most walkable city in the country. San Francisco was number one on the list, with New York and Boston coming in second and third, respectively. Although, one has to wonder how San Francisco is so walkable with all those hills. They’re definitely not easy on the knees.

So, we're (still) counting down to the Pennsylvania primary. This six-week gap between the last big primaries and Pennsylvania's is really starting to wear on us. But, on the positive side, it means that Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama have to spend a substantial amount of time in our state, and specifically in Philadelphia. Of course, that also gives Philadelphians more opportunities to look like complete shmucks in front of the candidates and the local and national media following them. In other words, the stage was perfectly set for some random, unknown person to become Asshole of the Week. Of course, this week's winner (thankfully) wasn't a Philadelphian. He's Calvin Spiker, and he's actually from Union, New Jersey. [Insert snide Jersey joke here.] Spiker earned not one but two video posts on these pages this week. He's the citizen paparazzi who harassed Barack Obama in the Italian Market for a picture for his family to sell on eBay. Obama, who often seems barely riled by Hillary Clinton's campaign comments, was clearly annoyed by Spiker. Maybe he should send his resume to the Clinton campaign team... she might want to consider hiring him to show up at all Obama functions between now and the primary.

More information on that guy who wanted Obama's photo and made Philadelphia look so good in the national news.

Turns out that the guy's actually an eBay vendor, so the picture was not "for [his] family" after all.

This photo of an Italian Market fishmonger, submitted by Michael Alan Goldberg, would still have been amusing without the misspelling (despite the word being spelled correctly a few inches away). After all, "colossal shrimp?" Bit of an oxymoron, we think.

It's time again for First Friday. What's that you say? You don't like the looks of tonight's weather forecast? Silly readers! A little cold and wet never killed anyone (well, pneumonia and tuberculosis aside, at least). And besides, all those warm bodies packed into a little art gallery, accompanied by free wine? You'll be warm for sure, in no time flat! Here are a few places where we suggest keeping dry. Before jumping on the...

If you read Sunday's Inquirer, you might have seen a story about a psychedelic-looking van that's making its way around the city. If you didn't read Sunday's Inquirer, fear not, because we're giving you a story about a psychedelic-looking van that's making its way around the city. The graffitied 1988 Dodge Ram is the official vehicle of the First Person Story Tour. The Story Tour is an initiative of First Person Arts and Red Tettemer. Its goal: to collect real stories from real Philadelphians. By "real Philadelphians," we truly mean real Philadelphians: musicians, investment bankers, students, psychic advisers, and everything in between. Including kids at the zoo.

We actually happen to the Italian Market. Mass retailers (there aren't that many, guys) and all!

Today and tomorrow, South Philly is celebrating the 9th Annual Sorrento Cheese Italian Market Festival. If you’ve never been to the Italian Market (do you even LIVE in this city?!?), or even it’s just been awhile, this weekend is a great opportunity to go down and get your cuisine on.

Once a week, Phillyist will be visiting a different block in town and letting you know what's discovered there. This may or may not be an excuse to validate random wandering - either way, if you've got suggestions for places to check out, send them along! Though I don't get to the Italian Market as much as I'd like to, this block is one I assumed I knew inside and out. Pizza at Lorenzo's and...

Editor's Note: Phillyist has seen and enjoyed Puppet Karaoke before, but we thought it was time to revisit and reiterate. Also, you know how we love a good post about faux penises...

Phillyist loves pizza and is always on the lookout for a good slice. This is the first in an ongoing series of pizza reviews in and around the city.

Garfield might not be funny anymore, but he never liked Mondays, and neither do we. At least we've got our sister sites to keep us going!

Attention Philly Bibliophiles: Clear your bookshelves and flex your muscles; Molly's Cafe & Bookstore in the Italian Market is having a booksale on Sunday March 12th, when all books inside the store will be selling for $1 a pound. This is one of those times the difference between "light" and "heavy" reading takes on a whole new meaning.This sale isn't just about getting some much needed weight-lifting in for we bookish types, however; once the sale is over, Molly's will be closing its doors for a few short days in order to restock the shelves with a new supply of titles, focusing primarily on the very literary and, as is only natural in the Italian Market, cookbooks. Look for the store to re-open on the 16th or 17th, with coffee, chairs, and wifi to complement the newly stocked shelves.

Phillyist has a wee little caffeine addiction. Our need is so sharp that we have developed a sixth-sense that allows us to locate the Starbucks nearest to us at any given time. However, although we are a slave to the bean, we aren't slaves to that Seattle corporate coffee giant. Here are some of our favorite coffee spots around town:

Thanksgiving is about family, but let's face it - many of us are in it for the turkey. Thanksgiving wouldn't be Thanksgiving without a tryptophan-induced coma after making merry with your loved ones?

Last night, FX premiered its new comedy line-up: Starved, followed by It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Starved highlights four neurotic New Yorkers-- kind of like Seinfeld, except darker, raunchier, and filmed like an indie movie. Starved is different from your average sitcom not only in the way it is filmed, but also in its level of crassness. It's not for the faint of heart: this episode included frank sexual scenes, obscured nudity, and not-at-all obscured vomiting. Although some critics found Starved to be too crude, we thought it was actually kind of funny. Starved has also been accused of not being politically correct. While that may be true, this show does not come off as making fun of eating disorders; in fact, it often evokes sympathy for the main characters. And we have to give Starved props for addressing what it's like to live in a body-image obsessed country. Of course, we can relate: we watched it with a stack of Double-Stuf Oreos and a tall glass of whole milk.