WORST SPORTS COLUMN
Ed Rendell in the Daily News: Brilliant idea to get the Guv to pen his thoughts—until he started preaching the obvious.
WORST POLITICAL NON-MAKEOVER
City Council: Against all reason, fairness, sense of ethics and constituencies’ opinions, it continues to cling to the thievery that is DROP, despite Nutter’s pledge to veto the $258 million scam.
WORST FOOD DECISION
Taking fried chicken off the menu at Resurrection Ale House: Most restaurants don’t kill off their top-selling item—especially when it’s been named one of the 10 best of its kind in the U.S. And sure, the fried chicken has come back as a special, but we want it when we want it and have never been known for our patience.
C-H-E-E-S-E-S-T-E-A-K-E-S: Hey, people at Shank’s. When you open your new place, maybe consider using spellcheck on your awning, ferchrissakes.
WORST CITY MARKET
Rittenhouse Market: For these prices, you’d think someone would at least consistently bag your groceries for you. And carry them home, telling you at every step how pretty and smart you are.
WORST PERSON EVER
Kermit Gosnell No competition: This abortion-clinic horror story blows everyone else out of the water.
WORST DOOR BITCHES
Village Whiskey: One more hostess rolling her eyes or refusing us a seat until our last party member arrives, and we’re going somewhere else for $12 cocktails. Just sayin’.
WORST WASTE OF PUBLIC MONEY
Tastykake: Thirty-two million in taxpayer dollars for a new Tastykake plant built for the Georgia company that snapped up all our Krimpets. Nostalgia = bad business.
Speck: Our year-long infatuation with the idea of a Shola Olunloyo eatery (in a Bart Blatstein space, no less!) ended with a limp fizzle once the two contentiously parted ways, leaving us with just our food fantasies to keep us warm at night. Sigh.