Venue Menu
By Sharon Farnell
Any hepcat who loves to jive probably knows about the Blue Comet Bar & Grill, located in the heart of Glenside. The Comet is a rockabilly-themed bar named after the car, which was a ubiquitous staple of 1950's counterculture.
Sunday is The Comet's busiest night, as they host live rockabilly music from around the country. Five bucks at the door gets you in to a night of loud music, dancing, $2 PBR cans, amazing mixed drinks (try the dirty martini, extra dirty) and a menu that reads like a list of death row inmates' last meal requests.
Some intriguing choices on the menu include the meatloaf and cheese sandwich, grilled turkey and cheese, white trash nachos and the Taylor pork roll and cheese. My friend and I opted for the peanut butter bacon burger with a side of gravy fries. Let me just state for the record: I love me some gravy fries. My mom used to make them for me when I was a little girl; they're kind of a big deal. The Comet's are ridiculously good.
The fries are hand-cut shoe strings and have a blend of spices on them I just can't put my finger on. Plus, they're smothered in just the right amount of salty beef gravy. As for the burger, well, I'm not gonna lie-I was pretty intimidated by the peanut butter bacon burger. Peanut butter takes the place of cheese, and that's just plain nuts to me. But I gave it a shot anyway, as it has been highly recommended.

I wouldn't say it was the best burger I've ever had, but I would say it was interesting. I felt like Mr. Ed eating it. Something about the combination of a beef patty and warm peanut butter begs to stick to the roof of your mouth. But now I can say I ate one, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of an obviously Elvis-inspired dish.
After our gluttonous meal, we hung around for a while in the back courtyard, where one can enjoy a cigarette and a martini while surrounded by a lovely garden, complete with a goldfish pond-my kind of place.
All in all, The Blue Comet lives up to its name. The place has got class, as do its patrons. Two gentlemen gave up their seats so my friend and I would have a place to sit. If that ain't class, I don't know what is.

