“Sticky, licky, sucky, messy, dirty and wet: There is something better than sex for sale in Port Richmond, and no, it’s not heroin.” Seriously, we don’t normally quote Yelp comments in the course of reviewing a restaurant, but that one in particular (from former City Paper food writer Felicia D’Ambrosio) pretty much sums up the experience at this quintessential Port Richmond dive bar, which has been known to run out of crabs by 7 p.m. Sizes and prices change daily, but like the beer, the crabs are among the cheapest around. Two pieces of advice: When the bartender asks, “Ya want some Bonk’s juice?,” don’t ask what’s in it; just say yes. And don’t order anything but crabs, fries and beer, or you’ll be sorry you did.
3467 richmond street
First appeared in the June, 2013 issue of Philadelphia magazine.