5 o'clock somewhere: Drop your Visa at Center City's Belgian brew embassy Monk's Cafe for a bowl of moules stewing in blue cheese, bacon, and beer; stew over a single Chimay Tripel yourself. Or, if you're feeling more continental, ale up at the Fox & Hound. You-time: After you've perfected your pitch to the bartenders at Monk's, max out the skeeball machines at Dave & Buster's of every ticket they possess. Rather demonstrate how you swing your Magic Sword? Drop some quarters on a little private joystick action at Barcade. Happy hour: Get your hands on pork buns and beers at Sampan's greenhoused booze yard Graffiti (we’ll be treating some readers who get there early), or, alternatively, find discounted craft cocktails behind the unmarked gate at Readers' Choice Hop Sing Laundromat. Get your Iron intake: Any other night and it'd be Grubhub and Food Network -- tonight you're turning your internal dial an Iron Chef's grub hub in Old City where you're getting hand-fed a long night of awesome at Morimoto's sushi bar, and only your commentary matters. Want the sushi of Spain? Hit up that other Iron Chef down the block for tables full of tapas at Amada. 8:31 pm: Your last course is eastbound to Pennsport just in time for the sun to set over your Michelada as you wash down a deep-fried liquid-nitrogen cheeseburger while dancing the night away under the Ben Franklin at Morgan's Pier, or, if you’d rather close your night out in Fishtown, hoist steins at Readers' Choice Frankford Hall. And don't be surprised if that rower oars by one more time, because you just had the Best Day of Your Life.