My dear Little Pete’s (219 South 17th Street), how I love thee. We were introduced several years ago, when times were different, but you have remained constant. You’re always there, 24/7, when it’s early and I can’t seem to get out of bed or make myself an omelet quite like you do, or when it’s late, and I need something fried and delicious served to me in under 10 minutes after a long night of drinking.

But oh . . . the best times are right around the corner, don’t think I forgot about them. The best times when it’s around 10 – 11 am, super cold out, on a Saturday, when I need the weekend more than ever. And a coffee. And guaranteed good food no matter what. That’s when you’re the best.

I show you off to all of my friends, and they all love you just as much as me. I think even if they didn’t, they would tell me they did, because they know how attached I am to you. 

It makes me smile that I can get to you in a 10 minute walk, no driving to South Philly, or even Jersey for that matter, required. Sure, I have to wait for you sometimes, but that just means you’re worth it. I think if I ever had to move away from you, separation anxiety would ensue. In my two and a half years in this city, you’ve proved yourself to be irreplaceable.

I’d like to end with a very special quote I found that truly sums up our relationship: “Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise, and changes your life forever.” There has never been a truer statement. Love ya, Peter.