Farewell to Little Pete's

October 31, 2014 2:56 PM

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A wrecking ball is set to fly through Little Pete's. Progress commands that a 300-room hotel must take the place of the parking ramp at 219 South 17th Street in whose corner nestles one of Center City Philadelphia's treasures. We're not talking Bookbinder's, chock full of tourists and overpriced, or the smattering of trendy boutique restaurants that surround Rittenhouse Square like hipsters lounging on the margins of a poetry reading. We're talking about a Genuine 24-Hour Greasy Spoon, Home to Collars Both White and Blue, an Insomniac's Oasis in the Night, a Caffeine Addict's Last Resort, a Trusted Purveyor of that mysterious mélange of grill top odds-and-ends, scrapple. We're talking about Little Pete's, for Pete's sake. The news is grim.

I'll forever associate Little Pete's with my youth, not just as a composer coming into his own, but also as a person whose world was opening up in one Big Bang. My life as it was then, almost impossibly full, was discussed, vivisected, celebrated, dreaded, and mourned at Little Pete's.

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