Full disclosure. Anecdata follow.
100% of the time I’ve eaten at an outdoor-seating establishment in Philly (twice), bros harassed us, tried to get us to give them food, tried to sit at our table and hit on people, grabbed me shoulders and rambled at me, etc…
It was surreal. And messed up. And it happened twice at two different restaurants in different places. I’ve never seen anything like that before in any city on Earth.
I also saw at least four full-on fistfights between people trying to get into the same Lyft outside bars just in the course of going to Unplugged.
Not saying Scott’s animus is warranted. He can fight that ridiculous fight himself. That is neither my monkey nor my circus, and I was fine with the Philly subway (it’s better than Boston’s or DC’s).
But my experiences with bros in Philly have been harrowing, frequent, and unique to Philly.
I’d rather be stuck on the street in Boston after last call after a losing Red Sox Game wearing another team’s colors than anywhere near Center City in Philly on any Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night.