The seventh stop in our never-ending search for the perfect bar for watching Phillies games takes us to Center City Philadelphia. In particular, it takes us to the Fox and Hound: home to cheap beer, unfathomably large televisions, and not much else.
This is the second act of a project undertaken by the author to find the proper company, both in human interaction and in drink, to endure the rebuilding era of Philadelphia Phillies baseball. Absent friends who even bother to pretend to care about the Phillies, that same author has taken to the streets, as it were, of Philadelphia and its environs to find the ideal spot to watch a Phillies game.