Philadelphia - Mutter Museum and Italian Market

Paul, Laura and me all went downtown Christmas Eve day to check out some pickled oddities and bread. What does that mean? Well, it's a morning trip to the Mutter Museum to check out skulls, siamese twins, shrunken heads and disturbing things in a jar - then pizza and fresh bread at the Italian market.

Pre-med Laura reveled in the medical monuments and knew some crazy cool stuff about brains.The museum was good but when it began to impair my ability to eat more, I had to take a break near the shrunken heads. A very fun day downtown.

So cold, even Santa needs a coat.

Philadelphia - Mutter Museum and Italian Market

Awesome mural of a bad-ass Philly mayor.

Laura and Paul post Mutter Museum finished with brains and ready for bread.

Sarcone's Bakery and some damn good pizza. The ladies who worked the counter kept calling everyone, Honey. "What else you want, Honey?"

The bread we picked up was probably the best bread I've ever eaten and as I held the bag while eating my pizza, it kept me warm.

Philadelphia - Mutter Museum and Italian Market

Skyline outside of Sarcone's Deli

Paul waiting on his seven hoagies.

Pondering the meaning of Christmas in the hoagie waiting room. Either that, or it's the beginning stages of a bread coma.