March 14th, Pi day. A celebration of the irrational number that represents the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, and it’s circular pastry homonym. 3.1415926 and so on. I celebrated this special day at the top of the Philadelphia Saving Fund Society building. Designed by George Howe and William Lescaze, it was the first US skyscraper built in the international style made popular in Germany with the Bauhaus movement. Someone once told me that they couldn’t help but read the 20-foot high neon “PSFS” lights on top of the now-Loews Hotel as “PIES.” How fitting, then, to spend a portion of March 14th directly under said sign. As installation for the soon-to-open Bank & Bourbon occupies the first floor, an intimate party of friends and I set our sights thirty-three stories up to the pop-up restaurant open just a few days more. After cocktails and a spectacular sunset, I set my bike to destinations south for a Passyunk festival of pies. Running late, the savories were already devoured and destroyed, though I was luckily able to scrape some of the chicken pot roux from the pan as well as pick at what was left of the apple, pecan, and chocolate mud. A slice of blueberry with buttermilk ice cream and a slice of key lime finished off the celebration of all things delicious and round.