While we were in Philly, we indulged in a taste test. Geno's or Pat's? For those of you not familiar with those names, let me say Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich. Ah, you say. That makes sense. We drove into Philly and found Broad Street. From there, Connie knew kind of how to find Geno's and Pat's. Streets barely wide enough for one car, let alone two.
Lots and lots of stop signs. And, finally, there they were.
Our plan was to buy one of each. Cheese Whiz WID. Huh? WID means with onions. Ok, that makes sense. But, Cheese Whiz? Please. Well, folks that's how the Philly Cheesesteak is made. We went to Geno's and bought our sandwich and had them cut it in half. Then, on to Pat's. Same deal. We grabbed a spot at a table and traded halves.
Who won? Geno's hands down. The bread was better, the beef more tender, the onions were actually there and the folks were a lot more friendly.
Now, let me confess that my favorite Philly Cheesesteak was the one that Connie's friend Dave had the night before. I'd had plenty to eat between the fried pickles and crab pretzel so didn't order a sandwich. Both Dave and Connie gave me a bit of theirs. Dave's was the Irish style. All I know was it had fried onions on it and it was magnificent.