Sunday, April 11, 2010
2 CHEESE WIT; ON THE SUBJECT OF THE PHILLY CHEESE STEAK
As you may know, I have allowed myself a sort of hiatus, and for the first time in 6+ years I (aimee) have eaten meat product. For the weeks leading up to this trip I began introducing animal into my diet, for a singular purpose. To eat freely of this grand thing that is named, The Philly Cheesesteak. Shell and my Pennsylvania trip was not only fueled by the impetus of hunting for the lively dead, but also to find the ultimate cheesesteak. Little did I know, there is an entire culture of cheesesteak in the City of Brotherly Love. Eateries and walk-up vendors all over this historic town have a spirited competition of who has the best sammy in the city. Their fervor is charged by the loyalty of their customers. If you say the word "cheesesteak" in amongst a crowd of locals, you will most certainly have the crowds number in different opinions of who makes the best. Since arriving, Shell and myself have tested the local goods at 3 different places. We did Nick's the minute we first set our luggage down. The next day we had a sandwich at Campo's. And last night, we tried Sonny's, directly after the ghost hunt at Eastern State. We are in unanimous agreement that Nick's is our favorite, so far. Here is why: the beef is flaked and the onion is caramelized and mixed into a mushy, buttery, melt-in-the-mouth provolone and au jus magically delicious piece of culinary wizardry. That is my best attempt at a description and does not do justice. We are now at our haunted Mecca........ More to follow.
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