Fried quail, naked bikers

This Labor Day weekend, I went to the two most over-hyped things in the city of Philadelphia: the Naked Bike and Village Whiskey.

Over-hyped doesn’t at all mean “bad,” though. Firstly, 80% of my reason for going to Village Whiskey was to see what a Kentucky Fried Quail looked/tasted like, and it was incredibly good:

NOTE: They don’t plate this in the ugliest way possible; VW seemed to be having some service problems Saturday night and our appetizer, dinner and second drink orders got lost in some black hole, so when the food finally arrived we started devouring it like wild beasts before I thought to take a picture. We did get free deviled eggs out of the mixups, though, so whatev. It was everything I had hoped a Kentucky Fried Quail would be.

The naked bike ride seemed to have every photo editor at every media outlet in town rubbing his/her hands together and cackling, because… naked people in body paint. The Daily Pennsylvanian in particular seemed to have sent 95% of its rookie photographers and reporters to the Schuylkill. It was a little ridiculous.

But because nobody can ever get enough pictures of naked people, here’s some more that I took yesterday (after the jump, because some people got very naked indeed) and check out the gallery from PW’s Jeff Fusco, who takes much better pictures than I do: