Every native Philadelphian has a love/hate relationship with the tourist trap that is South Street. While the drinks are overpriced and the shops are kitschy, South Street is most likely where you spent your teenage years seeing bands, visiting novelty shops, and getting a slice from Lorenzo’s. A no-frills, all-flavor pizza experience, Lorenzo and Sons wouldn’t hesitate to toss you to the curb if you asked for anything other than a cheese pizza. There is nowhere to sit. You can’t use the restroom. And most likely, you waited in line for 30 minutes before even placing your order. But when you’re selling slices the size of a customer’s face for three bucks a pop that are absolute perfection every time, you have some wiggle room to be gruff. In 2012 the beloved pizza joint burnt down from what the fire department said was an issue with the wiring in the ceiling above the oven and grill exhaust duct on the first floor, but has since been rebuilt and is still selling those cheap, delicious slices (with the prideful worst service) to this day.