The only part that doesn't hold up for me is the typical 90s-sitcom nervous-giggly writing about anything sex-related. The ensemble cast is pure gold, especially Phil and Stephen Root. I still find myself thinking about the cane and quitting-smoking episodes.
The Buttafuoco bit from the second episode. And the episode where Phil is stalked. And the malt liquor bit. And the bit after the jumper with him and Dave Folly lying on the floor.
As Bill (Phil) would say, “good times.”