The Flip Side of My Pillow: Cheesesteak

It's 10:55 pm on Monday night and all I want is a Philly Cheesesteak from Pat's King of Steaks. I want one really bad. Too bad it's actually located in Philadelphia. It all started when I read the article about the new temple in Philly then I remembered when I went to Philly then I looked through my pictures then I saw me sitting on a stoop eating a cheesesteak then I remembered the faint grilled onion and cheese whiz aroma and then I just wanted to eat a cheesesteak because IT WAS SO GOOD. I still can't even believe how good it was. Possibly the most stress I've ever experienced while ordering food but it was worth it.

To get to this place we first walked to Edgar Allan Poe's house, which he actually only lived there for like a month. We got some vague directions from the museum lady and got on a bus hoping it would take us to the right place. We told the driver where we were going and he was like ya, I'll let you know when to get off. Bless. Then we got off in a sketchy part of innercity Philly and walked half a block staying really close together to avoid mugging, yes in the middle of the day have you ever even been to Philly, and then we turned the corner and beheld the great cultural, culinary, and family feud landmark. After we downed some delectable cheesesteaks we walked in a direction, still not sure which, and found a playground concert from a local band called the Bumblebees or something. Then we continued walking and found a cool outdoor market, feared for our lives again, never found the waterfront, but saw some cool art.

This is Geno's. He is the other brother. They made a hotdog stand then expanded and split up on two opposing street corners. When you walk in between them you can feel the tension of lingering resentment and can feel the steak dilemma: chopped or sliced.

Innercity park concert w/ the world renowned Bumblebees. Those pictured are not the Bumblebees but are locally renowned best D.C. friends and Philly adventure extraordinaires.