When I heard about this shit I thought it was an actual joke. “Ain’t no way in Hell there’s a whole Willy Wonka-esq, underground cookie lair over there” I said smoking a joint, pointing from my roof into the distance.
So I did what any rational person would do in a time of confusion and pessimism; I logged onto AskJeeves.com! Kidding, I googled that shit and not only is this place real, but it honestly surprised me.
After 30 minutes in a line that wraps around the block, I was ushered into this broom closet that smells like high cholesterol and short-termed happiness.
This place doesn’t lack an ounce of magic, Insomnia Cookie really exceeded my expectations.
The only difference between the Insomnia Speakeasy and the regular stores is this looney looking bookcase. You walk up to it, and after plundering through obvious clues to find a magic word, this mf opens up like the briefcase in Pulp Fiction. You bend the corner through this trippy, neon-lit hallway and next thing you know you’re in a bar that serves milkshakes, big ass cookies and happiness.
I’m not going to ruin the rest of it. If you’re not allergic to love, go to 833 Wharton St, Philadelphia, PA 19147 for one of the coolest experiences this rapidly growing city has to offer.
I will die on this hill – trying to change “The City of Brotherly Love” to the “City of Gems” because of experiences like this that could only be found in the cut of the cut.
Right now, I understand the hill has a population of 2 (my mom has my back on everything) but there’s room for more because anyone who knows Philly knows that the personality is what makes it special. Philly may be humble in appearance, but it’s overwhelming in its charm.
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