From the gang on Always Sunny, to Chubby Checker, Philly has tons of twisted natives. Finally, you can now eat one, at
Charlie Day's sexy book signing the Pretzel Bakery.
Just opened by an intrepid Delphianite and self-diagnosed "pretzel addict", the Bakery's knotting up fresh dough in the back of an inconspicuous Hill townhouse, and taking orders and cash through the top of a red Dutch door, unless Peter Dinklage is in town, in which case they'd be taking orders and cash through of the bottom of a red Dutch door. The sea-salt-spotted, Philly-fresh treats -- doughier than your standard Bavarian pretzels -- are available in large or mini (Dinklage, bring your appetite!), and come with your choice of five dipping sauces: three mustards (whole grain, caramel, and standard yellow), plus a spicy brown joint, and straight-up Nutella. They're also the result of an "ends"-only baking process, wherein the batches are kept small enough to ensure that each pretzel expands the same amount (larger batches create inconsistency due to placement in the oven), which leads to great color and "cracking patterns", so he probably expects a lot of repeat customers.
And to combat the sea-saltiness, there's even PA drinks like Boylan's, Pennsylvania Birch Beer, and Frank's Black Cherry (which the owner's dad actually has to drive down himself), and he's down to cater private events, which is admittedly awesome, but try to keep your chubby in check.