I was born and raised in Philadelphia. “The Great Northeast,” actually…which is not “Center City” or even all that close to downtown. But our mailing address was Philly, so we were official.
And I didn’t realize until we moved to Texas in 2006 how I basically never really dug where I was from. Yes, I’m still a Philly sports fan — despite the negative connotations. And I love me some Tastykakes and soft pretzels. (Thankfully, Rita’s Water Ice has made it to Texas.)
I don’t know if it’s my love for the open spaces, warmer climate, better cost of living and Southern hospitality (yes, it exists) of the Lone Star State or my distaste for the crowded streets and frozen slushy winters of the Illadelph. Whatever the case, I’m happy where we are now.
So why do I love “It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia?” Possible reasons:
a) It’s funny.
b) I’ve described it as “Seinfeld with Philly jerks who own a dive bar.” And I love Seinfeld.
c) Danny DeVito’s finest and most absurd work.
d) Occasional shots and mentions of Philly places that are somewhat nostalgic/sentimental.
Did I know people like Mac, Dennis, Charlie, Sweet Dee and Frank? Not really.
Did I hang in dive bars? Rarely.
Bottom line: It’s a funny show, and it’s a weird love/hate letter to my hometown.
Oh well, too much unnecessary examination. Just know that I recommend the show. It’s an acquired taste for some, given its mostly unlikable cast of characters. But so was the world of Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer.