Puck hosts blossoming local artists onstage in a bustling jazz club atmosphere, augmented by a full menu of casual pub fare served on the fresh-air patio. Gum gallop through the salmon's horseradish-crusted terrain accented with flowing streams of raspberry sauce ($10.95, dinner service only) to bring out savory flavors and prompt splash fights, or scatter caramelized onions and mushrooms across the grilled steak doused in sun-dried tomato and gorgonzola sauce ($12.95, dinner service only). An 8-ounce burger burrows in a pillowy bun ($8.95) with savory snuggle buddies such as bacon and chili ($1 each), and behemoth chicken fingers stir up dangerous rip tides in seas of barbecue sauce ($6.95).
The Zombie Mud Run finally gives people an incentive to exercise—the survival of their species. Amid forested trails, muddy creeks, and challenging obstacles, participants of this post-apocalyptic 5K face off to either save the human race or feast on human flesh, respectively. Clad in a flag-football belt with three flags that represent their brains, heart, and entrails, human participants race to get themselves and their fellow living athletes to the Green Zone, which grants salvation in the form of food, water, music, and beer. Meanwhile, costumed zombies—each of whom are either slow-moving “creepers” or fast-moving “leapers”—positioned along the race course pursue the humans to devour their organs or simply return that contact lens they dropped a mile ago. Human runners who reach the Green Zone with at least one of their flags survive.
Father-and-son team Ken and Terry Sweeney founded Sweeney's in 1985 to fortify sports fans and unaffiliated revelers with family hospitality and hearty pub eats. Like visiting foreign dignitaries, wings arrive smothered in one of eight zesty sauces and sampler platters designed for digital delectation bear chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, jalapeño poppers, pizza fingers, and onion rings. Eight Philly-steak sandwiches sport tender slices of beef and chicken alongside oven-warmed jewels such as a roast-chicken grinder stacked with bacon and swiss cheese on crisp garlic toast. A pair of house-made broiled crab cakes steps out on dinner platters with potatoes draped in parsley and the vegetable of the day carved to comment on that day's newspaper headlines.
Founded in 1994 as a recording studio, the MilkBoy brand has since burgeoned into two bustling cafes and an all-ages venue for live music and artistic events. MilkBoy Coffee's multifarious menu brims with snacks and drinks for vegetarians, vegans, and carnivores alike. Morning munchers kick-start the day with a big breakfast burrito, packed with scrambled eggs, black beans, sausage, sour cream, cheddar, and yawn-eradicating salsa ($5.95). For lunch, hands can happily encircle the bruschetta-chicken wrap, with a savory sleeping bag of shredded chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and feta ($6.25), and teeth can burrow into the herbivorous depths of the veggie burger, served with a vegan thousand-island dressing, named for the number of islands ruled by Oprah ($5.25). MilkBoy’s PB&J sandwich whisks customers back to a simpler time when blanket capes were de rigeur ($3.95). To drink, sip on a steamy café au lait ($2 for a small) or a frosty mint-chocolate-chip milkshake ($4.95).
The Philadelphia School of Circus Arts offers a wholly inimitable experience featuring acrobatic engagement with the big top’s most artistic and athletically invigorating equipment. In the Groupon-exclusive, 60-minute Intro to Circus Arts class, the school’s seasoned instructors lead students through the ups, downs, and upside-downs of disciplines including juggling, fabric performance, trapeze tight-wire, and plate spinning. Active, free-spirited, and safe, the class pushes participants through light physical challenges, intermediate tests of focus, and never-ending wrestling matches against Father Gravity. Beginning on January 15, sessions run from 2:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. on Saturdays and are open to all levels of talent and curiosity.
The Mann Center is a prepossessing structure from anywhere you sit in the semi-covered amphitheater—all huge, rough slabs of timber that evoke the setting for a barn dance held by elegant giants. Even the lawn section isn’t an ordinary lawn: from the top of the steep hill where the theater perches, audiences can see not only the performers lighting up the stage below but also the canopy of trees in surrounding Fairmount Park and the city skyline just beyond.