Saloon

If there was a reality show set in a Philadelphia restaurant — our very own Vanderpump Rules — it would have to center on Saloon. This Italian chophouse, bedecked in historic paraphernalia, some extremely questionable, is cobbled together from several buildings in South Philly. It’s been open since 1967; you can ignore the signs that indicate separate entrances for ladies and gentlemen. Yes, you could come here for the steak, the bone-in veal parmesan, or the clams pavarotti, and you would walk away satisfied. (Don’t bother with the pasta.) But real ones know that what Saloon serves up best is a good time, thanks to its gently raucous atmosphere, performatively hot servers, and generously sized cocktails finished with a dollop of water ice, courtesy of an affiliation with John’s down the block. Any night you grab a table or a bar spot here, you’ll run into people celebrating, whether it's a bachelor party, a birthday, or just seeing a good friend at the end of a rough Thursday.