Did you know that Sugar House is doing a pop-up beach for a week (presumably so that it can attract the cross section of people who are both degenerate gamblers and completely desperate to get to a beach, any beach)? Well, they are, and this is it. It’s not a beach so much as it’s an aisle with sand. Like the great and noble people of Fishtown, we’d rather sit in a lukewarm baby pool on the sidewalk in a wet wifebeater whilst pounding a 30-pack of Miller Lite than mess with this steaming heap of fail.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012 at 9:54 am.