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THE BIG DANCE Whatever your situation, don't fret. Cavanaugh's, that fine institution that so much of Penn has written off to the Drexel trolls, will be televising the Penn-Nebraska game. In addition, they'll be serving up their notoriously hot wings and beer. Don't be a scrub and miss this historic game when you can enjoy it with friends right nearby. If you aren't going to Long Island, head to Cavanaugh's. It's worth the trip. --Max Handelman NICK'S Philadelphia's consummate casual beef-oasis can be found, ironically, in pasta-laden South Philadelphia. The atmosphere is, well, South Philly at its finest. Nary a tourist, or, for that matter, a Penn student graces its screen doors, giving Nick's a charming authenticity. There is one waitress – she runs the place – and one "chef." The menu is scotch-taped to the wall, and must be 25 years old: Beef, Beef Combo (with cheese), Pork, Pork Combo, Ham, and Ham Combo. Only the prices have changed; as evidenced by discrete use of patchwork to cover old prices. The chef has a station next to the bar, where he skillfully carves a side of beef into thick, delicious, juicy roast beef slices. The sandwiches are served on plates no bigger than the perfect Italian Kaiser rolls. Ask for yours "overboard", and it comes dripping with juice. To prevent your sandwich from getting caught naked, aroused, and without any condiments, the tables are stocked with zingy mustard, hot peppers, and tear-jerking, nose-running horseradish. But don't trek to Nick's if you're looking for an evening out, as your sandwiches come in 60 seconds. And don't bring your soft, pristine date along – there's no salad and they won't put anything on the side. Nick's, ideal for a great meal and a great heart attack, is perfect before a Phillies or Monday Night Eagles game. But don't wear your Giants hat becasuse you might end up buried beneath the end zone. --Jon Harris URGE OVERKILL The Midwest has had its rude awakening. And Chicago's Urge Overkill are ringing the alarm. While it seems guitarist Nash Kato, drummer Blackie Onassis and bassist "Eddie" King Roeser (all three share vocals) are stuck in that horrendous decade of fashion (the '70s, of course), Urge Overkill are more progressive than they appear. The band's fourth and most celebrated release, Saturation, hardly needs an introduction. The album brims with infectious energy that simply explodes like a loaded gun from the first track "Sister Havana" to the next-to-last "Erica Kane." UO's power pop delivers precise blows to the gut; just imagine the damage this band could do live. Urge Overkill are playing at the Trocadero (923-ROCK) on Wednesday, March 23 with Eugenius. Tickets are $11 and the show starts at 7 p.m. --Mia Quagliarello THE WILL ROGERS FOLLIES Ever wonder where Marla Maples met her meal ticket? The newlywed celeb/socialite used to be the featured dancer in Tommy Tune's The Will Rogers Follies, now playing in Philadelphia.This All-American musical extravaganza chronicles the life of folk hero, performer, humanitarian and philosopher, Will Rogers. Born of partial Cherokee decent on the frontier in 1879, Rogers was a true American cowboy. Starring country music star Larry Gatlin as Rogers, this musical presentation of his life and career includes sophisticated choreography, an award-winning score, and a colorful storyline. Wranglers, mongrels, ropers and random beautiful girls also make appearances. Accompanied by all of the glitz, glamour and scantily-clad dancers associated with the Ziegfeld Follies productions, this show is sure to dazzle; or at least leave you blinded from sequin-laden costumes. This show has enjoyed tremendous run on Broadway garnering 1991 Tony Awards including Best Musical, and the 1992 Grammy Award for Best Musical. For those harkening back to glory days of the Roaring Twenties or simply looking for some good leg, the can-can is sure to please. But don't go looking for Marla, after giving birth to Tiffany Trump, Marla was replaced as Ziegfeld's Favorite. The Follies play through Sunday March 20th at the Merriam Theater (732–5446). --Max Handelman