I was a little girl, gleaming out the window of the car, and my parents were driving down South Street in Philly. I was desensitized to the crowds, the zappy signs and the smell of fried food. My eyes were locked on three-dimensional, larger-than-life black ants crawling over the face of an old punk store “Zipperhead.”
Squeezed between a liquor store and a record shop, and shoved underneath a yoga studio, is Ashley’s: A hole-in-the-wall bar on State Street and a staple to the University’s campus. Ashley’s cozy cabin vibes –– an array of empty bottles atop the wooden rafters and engravings of names and doodles carved into the tables –– creates the perfect atmosphere to grab a beer, a bourbon or buffalo wings with friends. Just a few steps from the diag, Ashley’s is the tiny gem that should be celebrated for its welcoming energy and diverse selection.