John Paul Titlow loves Little Pete’s in Center City

John Paul Titlow
Favorite spot: Little Pete’s
Neighborhood: Center City
Address: 219 s 17th St

I am: John Paul Titlow, a journalist focusing mostly on technology trends and new media. I write for ReadWrite, Philadelphia Weekly and others. I also help media companies with digital publishing and related geekery. Other areas of expertise include drinking milkshakes and owning multiple cats. I also play drums in Harsh Vibes, a psych rock band based in Fishtown.
Years In Philly: Grew up in King of Prussia. I’ve proudly resided within city limits for eight years.
Current Home: Kensington

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My love note: Unexpectedly tucked away in Center City’s posh shopping district is something of a time warp. On the inside, Little Pete’s feels no different than it must have when it first opened 34 years ago. Just beyond the dated outdoor awning and the old school cigarette vending machine by the entrance lies a somewhat hideous-looking green counter surrounded by matching diner stools. Along the adjacent wall, there’s a row of booths cushioned with that very same 1970s-style green and blue pattern. Over the back counter hangs a faux-neon “take out” sign that looks like it would make any thrift shop dweller’s day. As diners go, this 24-hour hole-in-the-wall is legit.

Your waitress, clearly a veteran of the profession, walks up and drops off a few menus. The food is typical diner fare, easily on the better side of the grand spectrum of Philly diners. It’s not quite a foodie’s paradise, but that’s beside the point. The menu is surprisingly expansive. The only thing that seems to be missing is the exorbitant prices one would expect to encounter in this part of town.

Omelets, sandwiches, soups, even seafood. Whatever approximately diner-appropriate craving you’ve got, there’s a line item for it on the Little Pete’s menu. Personally, I tend to gravitate toward the chicken cheesesteak. I have a friend who swears by the reuben. In fact, a lot of people swear by the reuben.

“What can I getcha, sweetie?” the waitress asks in a tobacco-charred Philly accent. She scribbles it all down and before you know it, she’s back with a fully-loaded tray. If you had the good sense to order a milkshake, you’ll be delighted to discover that – oh, hell yes – it comes with that extra tin cup of leftover deliciousness.

I first discovered Little Pete’s as a newly-enrolled journalism student at Temple University. My then-girlfriend and I found that its cheap menu and divey vibe made it the perfect late night stop to top off a weekend night out in Center City or – even better – to get a snack after a long day in the photo darkroom, back when that still existed. Over the years, it stuck as an occasional but reliable staple. When I worked at a newspaper in Center City, it became one of many places to grab coffee with a colleague. After a Friday happy hour with friends at Oscar’s (and perhaps a few other stops along the way), some of us are still known to stumble Southwest a few blocks in a quest for sandwiches, omeletsĀ and whatever else might satiate our semi-drunken cravings.

The clientele at Little Pete’s varies wildly depending on when you’re there. During the workweek the hurried downtown lunch crowd fills the place with a chatter that blends just about perfectly with the sizzle of the grill, clinking of utensils and hum of the milkshake machine. On Saturday afternoon, there might be a couple in one booth and a family of shoppers three spots down. It’s pretty slow. At the counter, you’ll have a pair of college students picking at steak fries several stools over from some lost soul who looks like she could tell you stories about a version of Philadelphia you’ll never know.

Come Saturday night, it’s a completely different scene. As one of the few places still open when the bars close, Little Pete’s has a way of attracting a more boisterous crowd, usually forming a line that threatens to spill out onto the sidewalk. Quite often, it does.

I don’t know what it is that draws me to places like this, but I can’t help but blame my father. A Philadelphia native, Tom Titlow Sr. grew up frequenting places like Bob’s Diner in Roxborough and Melrose Diner in South Philly, whose iconic theme song he would occasionally sing. When we were growing up, he’d always take my sister, brothers and I to places like this, whether it was en route to visit our grandmother in a Roxborough nursing home or as part of some Saturday afternoon excursion for the hell of it.

A few years ago, shortly after starting at Temple, I lost my dad. But it thankfully wasn’t before he instilled in me a couple of things: a love of writing, an interest in photography and a knack for technology, to name a few. He was also magnetically drawn to old-fashioned Philly diners. I don’t think he had ever been to Little Pete’s, but it’s the kind of place he would have loved. I can’t help but think that every time I polish off another chocolate milkshake at the counter, I’m honoring his memory. That’s what I’ll continue to tell myself, anyway.

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6 Responses to John Paul Titlow loves Little Pete’s in Center City

  1. Chaucee

    Love little pete’s! they have great food, good service, and great prices. and they’re just the right size. a real find in the middle of upity rittenhouse.

     
  2. Maria Winzinger

    When I worked in Center City for all those years, I used to order my b’fast from Little Pete’s every day. Many days I would order my lunch from Little Pete’s as well. They had good food, good prices and prompt delivery. I miss that place. I’m retired now. Thanks for bringing back good memories.

     
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  4. Ashley Cintron

    When I was a little girl, my grand mom took me to work with her and just about every morning we had our breakfast at Little Pete’s. The waitress at the time use to know my “usual order”, ham and cheese omelette and a hot chocolate with whipped cream. I’m 28 now and it’s still one of my favorite memories in Philly.

     
  5. Bob Bruhin

    Years ago I lived a block away from Little Pete’s. While I enjoyed their good, simple fare many times of the day, my VERY favorite thing to do was to walk over there, cold stone sober, at 1:45 on a Saturday morning. Watching the activity as the bar crowd hit this joint after two was a laugh that never, ever got old!

     
  6. readpurlbeforeswine.com

    This made me a bit teary. I lost my dad in 2009 and I find myself assessing a lot of things now by whether or not my dad would have enjoyed them or what he might have said. I think I’ll stop by, order a milkshake, and reminisce about all of our weekend excursions when I was a kid. Thanks for the inspiration!

     

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