Book Stores in Allentown, PA

“A one-of-a-kind relaxed comic-book shop sure to conjure a multitude of emotions from laughter to excitement (there are to many to list)! Once a year THEY GO ALL OUT FOR *FREE COMIC-BOOK DAY* they also have in-house artists & comfortable chairs to review material! In a way it is like Allentown, PA's unofficial museum of pop-culture!”

“I love the quality of the books at Mecca books, and it's quality of customer service. I recommend them often for any brother or sister looking for good books to add to thier shelves.”

“Do me a favor. Take any four years of your life and try to rate them on a scale from 1-5. If you're honest with yourself, you'll likely find this rating somewhere around a 3. Sure, you might bitch and moan about a terrible event from one of those years, but I bet you can find some equally happy times in there somewhere. It's therefore nice to see my alma mater, Muhlenberg College, earning a nice little 3 star average from the six idiots who decided to post reviews of the place on Yelp. Luckily, I will and will not be joining this illustrious crowd of morons today. I'm here for more specific reasons: since the General's Quarters Cafe and Grille is not listed on Yelp, I shall Yelp the whole damned school to sing its praises, so here goes: The GQ is a little grille shop outpost in the student union center at Muhlenberg College. There, you can grab a quick Seattle's Worst Coffee and a snack before class. For us serious trans-fat lovers, the grille serves a smorgasbord of comfort food options. They of course serve Sedexo chicken fingers (see my review on Doylestown Hospital's Cafeteria for more info on those), cheese steaks, burgers, and giant Rice Krispies treats. All of those items make for a fantastic drunken snack, but the GQ's truly magical achievement is a menu item called the bagel bomb. For those of you who can't guess, a bagel bomb is basically just a giant bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Bagel bombs are delicious, or so I'm told, as it was not my weapon of choice at the GQ. It was, however, my wife Kaitlyn's favorite selection and the very meal she was trying to consume when I rudely sat across from her thirteen years ago. This simple event began our long friendship, longer dating relationship, and god-willing even longer marriage to come. Now, I'm not going to claim a bagel sandwich named after a deadly weapon is responsible for our love and marriage, but it was perhaps the spark that brought us both together. After all, I'm fairly sure my first words to Kaitlyn were these: "Bagel bomb? Good choice. Are you working on Stephen's reading? I haven't started yet." The rest is a sappy love story of 3 hours spent talking about our young lives at that little cafeteria booth five seats from the back exit of the student union. Our coffees soon cold and our breakfasts left uneaten, we never stopped talking until we left for class and came back to the booth to talk some more. Whether it was the wafting fried food from the grille getting to my head or not, I walked the quad back to my room later that night and told my roommate I met the love of my life, and I think I might just marry her. Now let's get this straight. I don't know if I believe in love at first sight. It's a nice thought and all, but a bit superficial if you ask me. What I do believe in is love at first conversation. That is certainly real, and I'm lucky as all hell I found it when I did. The idea of sitting across from a beautiful woman I barely know and striking up a conversation seems ludicrous to me now, but the GQ, with its intimate seating, casual vibe, and carb-heavy menu, somehow added the right atmosphere to make the unthinkable happen: diarrhea. I'm just kidding. Kait, we're a lot older today and you're even older thanks to the fact that you're now celebrating your 35th birthday six weeks before me. May this year be full of many more bagel bombs and even longer conversations. Who would have guessed you'd be celebrating your birthday in Shanghai of all places? Not us GQ health nuts. I might have predicted our marriage that day, but I had no clue how wonderful and strange our journey would all soon become. Four years at Muhlenberg College, though? Meh. 3 stars.”