With fond memories of our Philadelphia gettogether that featured the Reading Terminal Market, Gail and I rrived at that plce on January 9th to find the Italian Sandwich places closed – we arived at 3:10- they close at 3pm. So, we said, OK, we’ll have a couple dozen oysters on the halfshell- no luck, "Nobody here opens oysters on Monday.!" So we wound up at a fried chicken joint in the market (Josies?) and had the absolutely greatest fied chicken we have ever had the luck to eat, That place is fabulous, the chicken is super! And we washed it down with a root beer float from the stall across the aisle. It was a wonderful visit.