The first lunch stop was Pat's King of Steaks.
The next stop was across the street at Geno's.
Now usually I find that after I've thoroughly enjoyed a Philly
cheesesteak at Pat's, when I walk across the street and order a
second sandwich at Geno's I find the experience to be just a
slight bit better. It's something about the piquant grease
at Geno's that just fully rounds out the feast. But this
time we all agreed that compared to Pat's, Geno's cheese whiz
was runny and the onions were blander and the grease was just
ordinary grease. Too bad, Geno. Better luck next
Then we walked up the street to
We stocked up on olive oil and marinated
olives and asiago cheese and proscuitto and pancetta and bleu
cheese and balsamic vinegar and stuffed peppers and more good
stuff. One of these days we'll have that feast.