An “Alphabet of Unreason” (sans apology to Mr. Ballard and the gents from Long Hind Legs) for the dear old Bike Stop : Assorted bears, cubs, daddies, extravagant fetish gear, hoods, interactive jockstraps, kinky Levi/leather men, nasty otters, piss queens, randy showboats, trashy underground vices, wasted xyloid young Zeuses (and/or zeros)—in short, at its best, a trip to the Castro without having to leave town. Or deal with that tiresome West Coast ’tude.

http://www.philadelphiaweekly.com/drink/Bars.html

Go team go!