"Just like how you keep a Facebook account to check in on your high school classmates who went off the rails, you drink a martini at Philly’s Rittenhouse Grill to notice, not be noticed. The windowless, leopard-print bar exists in such a bizarre vacuum state that a bartender once told us they don't even get many guests from the above hotel. So who's here? A piano player on his fifth cover of Aerosmith. A divorcee, noting the portraits of wild animals and swiping on Feeld. Four friends who call themselves The Gay Uncles. Disappear for a while into your glass. You won't miss the real world at all." - bryan kim, team infatuation